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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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Sometimes it hurts to be wise.
Especially when you give people too much credit and they end up letting you down. No good. I hate being/feeling used. I am such a silly girl sometimes. Despite all the knowledge, experience, wisdom...I am still just a silly girl. A silly girl with a big, stubborn heart. I'm not necessarily upset, more so disappointed. I fell for it again. And I am going to continue falling for it because I always think this one will be different. But no. I think I am meant to be indie. Just like I like my music. I guess it fits. As for now, I am in a weird situation. I still like the four people. One of them likes me, too. But she also likes someone else. A boy. And they like each other. She doesn't know who to choose, and it makes no difference to me who I choose. By all means, I'd rather her choose him. There must be some kind of doubt so she might as well go with the first option, assuming that he was the first she liked. Honestly, that's totally fine. As far as I know, she liked him first. So be it. That's not what hurt me. It was the fact that even though she likes me, too, she still used me. And that I never appreciate. Not even if I like you. Granted, she is a little bit younger than me and that she may not know better. I've found that a majority of kids younger than my age tend to not understand these things. So I was blunt and made it clear--you don't use your friends. Actually, don't use anybody. That's just rude. And what makes it hurt all the more is when the person you are using has a crush on you. Then finds out it's mutual. Plain and simple, if that's how things are going to be, let's hold off on hanging out until the selfishness dissipates. ::shakes head:: I wish people knew how much it hurt; that they realized that this may not be the first time. The idea that it tends to be a reoccuring thing is what hurts me. I'm guess I am just prone to being used. Plain and simple. How naive am I? I feel nothing. Jenny at 1:40 AM
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