11th grade here I come
Here's to another year full of teenage hormones, fooling around, gossip, sleepless nights doing homework, anguish, sleepovers, and hanging out wherever
Isn't that what school life's all about?


My SelfHave you ever stared at yourself in the mirror until the person you see slowly begins to look like a stranger? Until the angles and down-curves and up-curves no longer look familiar to you in the arrangement that you see? As if youve never seen the person before in your life and you wonder where the hell they came from, and why the hell are they staring at you with such accusing, piteous, tired eyes as if you are to blame for why they look so shattered. So haggard. So utterly Nobody ever wants to talk about themselves. And why should they? Most people dont even want to think about themselves. Not truly. TheMy Self
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is a hormone-charged adolescent. :flirt:
Btw, Are you in Hawaii yet?
Not in Hawaii yet, no, I still have to wait until midway through June XD
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Paradise is close at hand -- Shangri-la, the promised land!
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I love my friends more than anything
Say no the the ban of Pitbulls in Ontario!
Please read my article at my blog at
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You laugh because I'm different. I laugh because you're all the same.
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Paradise is close at hand -- Shangri-la, the promised land!
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I love my friends more than anything
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You laugh because I'm different. I laugh because you're all the same.
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