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Alotta my pals say that I am pretty random, and i like to think out side of the box alot. Im pretty crazy but not in the straight jacket sorta way ya kno. I like to send letters to my friends cuz everyone likes to get real mail every once and a while. I also like to leave messages on answering machines. Those are a few joys in my life. Another joy in my life is my friends. They put happy into my life just being there. They are my favorite people and I would do anything for them. There are many other joys in my life such as my dog and writing. There are sum downs too but the good stuff makes up for it. Ya can't let the bad bring ya down too much bcuz then life gets a little harder everyday cuz its just bringin ya down. Movin on, Im kinda spastic and goofy and thats aways fun. I like to have fun and smile and have a good time. I'm never usually serious but sometimes I am when I write. Other than that, I usually am never serious cuz its just not me. It would just be weird. But hey I'm weird too and sponaneous so ya never know what to expect outta me I am just a firecracker that just never stops goin. Ya think the pop stops but no it keeps on goin. I can also be refered to as spark plug cuz i dunno i guess im sparky but okay. Thats about all the main stuff, you'll learn the rest in time.
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It's feelings like these that give one the impulse to become numb to all feelings;
But then there are feelings that make it all worth while. This goes to all the people who I've ever met that I've been too afraid to tell my feelings to. And I am still so afraid. At the right times, you have this way of making me feel so whole; so complete with utter happiness; so much more alive than I have ever been. I try to keep it cool but on the inside I am so estatic, I could scream out of joy! I would scream "I love you!" at the top of my lungs because I'm not as afraid on the inside...I'm not afraid to admit it, I'm not afraid to show it. And I would scream it so loud you could feel the sound reviberate in your chest. But no. On the outside I am shyly silent, keeping these feelings all to myself. Instead, I just look at you longingly, searching for the courage to speak these feelings freely rather than try to contain them. I'm so tired of choking them back down, it's so tiring after a while. If only you could read my mind. One day, I will find the courage. I find it hard to wake when in my dreams you like me just as much. Jenny at 5:55 PM
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