marisa bashore is having a graduation party on june seventeeth, two thousand and six at two in the afternoon. if you would like to attend, leave a comment with your address. (even if you don't have livejournal, leave an annonymous comment with your name, obviously!)
okay. :]

I always seem to make a new journal around this time:

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I'll admit that it was good to see you the other night. And that I do miss you.

sad sad sad sad sad sad sad. that's me.

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I've managed to smile a few times,
and I didn't take a nap once today.
I'm alright. I'll be okay. I'll get there.

I've been laying in bed, watching the clock all day.
I feel as though I have no soul left. I am nothing but a machine.

It's not that I've stopped caring. It's just that I've stopped feeling.

I honestly couldn't tell you what my life was if I wanted to.