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born on [February 12] and I'm sweet[16]. I study at [St. Joseph] as a second year high school student! I LOOOVE clothes, shoes, food, music, hair and make-up (what girls don't?) so you will see a lot of that kind of content in my blog. If you know me well, you'd learn that I'm actually kind of nerdy, down to earth, real, and definetly NOT like anyone else.

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Sunday, November 30, 2008 - 7:08 PM
Back to top, baby.
Semi was aiight.
After party felt like 10 minutes. All I remember is trying to smoke but I couldn't because I'm retarded.
I accidentally slept over at Tim's and I got in so much shit, but less than I would have predicted.

Anyways, yesterday I watched Bambi and.... kinda, sorta, cried?

On another note. The reaper of my life messaged me after creeping my fucking sister on youtube.
I honestly have so much to say but NEVER will I ever speak to such a person who has violated my rights of privacy and happiness. I want to know how she fucking found out because I am beyond pissed.
I want to just scream and choke and kill myself so she would leave me alone.
Why can't you just move the hell on and let go?


Tomorrow I'm investing in a real journal.

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