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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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Lately, I have been in the best mood of my life (considering the circumstances)
I have reached this sense of clarity. Everything makes more sense than before. I have a newfound agility with my emotions. I feel more in control of what happens in my life. I don't know when this epiphany or what-have-you struck me, but it did. Here I am, more sure of myself than I ever was before. It's as if I have a whole new mindset. It feels good. Thinking...I still think far too much for my own good. But at least now my thoughts are more coherent.  On the flipside, things are crazy weird.Everything I have gained threatens to tumble into a downward spiral. I always manage to find myself in a sticky situation. This one seems to be the motherload. I just have to stay strong and keep a safe distance. But she calls me. And she tugs me closer, then pushes me away. Maybe because she has to, or maybe she's just twisted. I only go so far and then I start to feel. I can't help but feel, and it makes me so afraid because I know she's getting under my skin. So I shy away and go towards safer ground. Yet I can't help but look around for her. Think about her. Care about her. And we morph our feelings into weird friendship feelings. It's been working so far. Let's see how long that lasts. As for now, I keep my distance. Jenny at 4:35 PM
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