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“I’ve realized that I miss people that I didn’t think I’d ever miss.
Sometimes when a friendship goes wrong it’s unfixable, and it makes me sad. I don’t even know what caused the rift… just sometimes you grow apart… and it’s depressing….

It’s past my bedtime… it’s past 1am…
and I don’t feel like sleeping at all… ever.

I’m just thinking of happy times and of family and friendships
and wishing that I could give up everything just to be great in all my relationships again.
I’ll have to put an effort into at least mending them… if not restoring them completely.

This is what happens when you read notes between old pals. That involve a bond that is naively thought to be unbreakable. Someone should’ve told me best friends don’t always stay the best of friends.

The other day I decided if the moon was given a name it should be called Jude. Whether male or female, Jude seemed to be a fitting name. Especially when 4 other guys help you get the moon’s attention. It’s exciting. The moon is beautiful and fantastic and powerful, even though many just name it Earth’s Sidekick.

I named it Jude. Judy Wudy. Buddy Ole Pal.

Speaking of Jude, let’s take a walk to her(female?) brighter side…
dreams always seem to last forever, even if friendships don’t. I’ve always wanted to run away and get married and have kids and travel the world. And I still do, and I will forever.

I want to explore and learn. I want to be challenged. I don’t want to live in a little box-of-shame-like town. I want to grow and be my own person.”

I’ve decided I’ll just repost my favorite ones from the previous blog

All the others are too angsty and annoying to post

” Yesterday was a tragic day. Although I made many new findings, I was still crushed.

I rented my first rated R movie. The very zombie-like lady at the register didn’t even ask for my ID… the thrill of the moment was ruined.
And later, I realized that watching movies with large crowds is always an awful idea. At least one of the party-goers is going to think telling their life story during the movie is a grandtastic idea. Let me tell you now, it isn’t.

Also, it is always an even awfuller idea to sleep outside, in the moist grass, to watch the meteors. Always choose a less mosquito-infested area to set up camp.

Lastly, never ever have your hopes up on your birthday. They will always be crushed(unless one is under the age of 11). Birthdays mean nothing to “adults”, another year is frivolous thing that is to be swept under the rug. I beat off many obstacles within my 16th year; I was not raped, beaten, stolen, mugged, or killed. I believe that is something to celebrate, but apparently no one else does.

Ah! I also must inform my imaginary readers that I hate bangles. And I also hate when someone chooses to speak up when you tell them you’re annoyed with someone, rather than comforting you and brooding with you. I am an angry, hate-filled youth.

On a happier, less childishly-pouty note, I am now 17. I can rent rated R movies. I can drive past midnight. My boyfriend took me out for dinner, my friend wrote me the most heartfelt note anyone could ever receive, I saw quite a few “shooting stars” in the brief period I pretended mosquitoes were not harvesting my flesh, I exercised yesterday(zumba will, without a doubt, blow your mind), and I made a large large largity large sum of money. (Also, I woke up at 1:30pm today. That was fantastic. I only just showered and I plan on doing nothing this evening.)”

All I have to say is…. BAHAHAHA. What a pouty loser.