• private journals shouldn't be put up, i hate seeing that red text. i'm so selfish and mean as of late, it's terrible. i've even been known to rest my feet on broken accordions. it's strange how i complain about being sad and then i follow it by stating how horrible i am. it seems i am deserving of those times when i am not at my best. i used to write in perfect grammar about my discoveries of the mind, heart, and body. but ever since then, my heart's been held ransom and the price being that i keep my fucking mouth shut about things that i don't know enough of. honestly, i'm so full of shit sometimes, it's insane. i miss my old friends. i wish i hadn't flipped out and decided that i should experiment with "devil inside." but jiminy cricket never let me have any fun alors j'ai lui écrasé. pardon by fucking frenglish, but that's what my goddamn french teacher happens to be teaching. no joke. the only class i like is history. it's in french and the teacher actually corrects our grammar. i love that. and i've learned so much about the world wars. i really want to do well in her class. first time in a while i've actually paid attention properly. i'm one of those quickstudy types. though i think i've gotten the silliness out of my system from last year. i hope, really. and i felt one word to 11:11 and it was was the best wish i ever made. I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you.

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