Nobody makes me bleed my own blood. NOBODY.

Sep 18, 2005 23:57

sometimes do you ever take a look around you and say, "this isn't my life" sometimes i wonder how things got to be so different, and then i think there is nothing i can do about it. lately i've just been looking around me and realizing, how the heck did things get like this. i kinda feel like im the girl from 13 going on 30. hahaha, i know i know. ( Read more... )

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tachycardia September 19 2005, 05:13:22 UTC
I think about that too. But it's more of a "whoa" and amazement. Like, I sort of don't remember a lot of parts between high school/graduation and where I am now. Like friendships that came and went... I'm like, "dang, what happened?" It's kinda crazy. Things are just so different now. And I have a tendency to forget how exactly I got places. I know just what you mean.

Anyway, I miss you. And I hope you're having lots of fun, which I'm sure you are. You're working at Zio's right? Hmmm Maybe I'll come visit you soon and you can hook me up with some pasta "fa' free??" lolll. I miss the days when we'd dance crazy in backseats and call each other Scrappin' Sistas. Well, I you'll always be my Scrappin' Sista in my heart! <333 I hope I get to visit you guys again soon. Take care of yourself. :)

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coolest_kid September 20 2005, 02:02:20 UTC
yeah exactly!
i miss you so much too! its just like i cant believe you are in belton and i'm in san antonio, its like woah, how did that happen??! i look at the pictures of us and i'm like thats my crazy scrappin' sista and then i miss you so much! i really hope you get the chance to visit again, or maybe we can come visit you!
yeah, i'm workin at zio's so i can surely try to hook a sista up no doubt!
you stay safe and take care of yourself too!!
<3christa

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punk8emo September 20 2005, 17:18:20 UTC
who am i? how did i get here? what the fuck, i have a boyfriend? i live in an apartment on my own? woah when did all of this happen and how did i get to this point? i think it was through "the year we do not speak of"

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