At 13 I was convinced I was going to marry a boy named Justin. He put notes in my locker telling me he hated me, and I saved the notes and treasured them because I interpreted them as proof that he actually loved me. He told everyone which high school he was going to go to, and it wasn't the one I was going to go to, but I didn't believe he would really go to a different school than me
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I'm amazed people can remember these things. I don't really remember much of my teenage years...I think I'm trying to block them out. I know that I developed breasts around 11-12 and was ashamed as all get out about them
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If it is okay, I would like to do it in my journal. Is it? :)
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