3. So, here we go again. Right back where we started from. California in 23 days. I can't possibly wait. Back home where I belong. The only place I can call home. They say, home is where the heart is. But I don't even know where my heart is. I do know I can always call California home. I went to a secret show last night. It made me happy. I got to see One Second 2 Late. All Time Low. And Boys Like Girls. For free by the way. Yeah, you're allowed to be jealous, I understand. So I got to meet everyone in all those bands. They're really nice people. I wasn't sure if I was really expecting that or not. It's nice finding out who your real friends are. Sometimes it isn't how you wanted it. But I prefer honesty to lying. I like to think I'm myself. However, if people want to say that's a loser. I'm fine with that. =] if that's who I am. I'm perfectly content with that. as long as I'm not someone I'm not. I'm not gonna lie. I've gone through that. It may have been a long time ago. But it still happened. I'm not about to deny it. At least I can admit to it. And sure, maybe you hate me now. Maybe that's what I wanted all along... Because maybe you hating me. Is better than you being so close. You're not really there. And I just wish you were.

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So basically. This calls for a proper introduction. My name's Emily. I'm fifteen. Born on October 15th. I have your average teenage drama. Random Facts: Myspace > Facebook Friends > Family Personality > Looks iPod > mp3 players computers > televisions Sidekicks > other cell phones pencils > pens taking pictures > being in pictures I do Quizilla. I do love John Mayer. My friends and I get mocked by the majority of our school. I don't download anything. The only pants I'll ever wear willingly are jeans. I don't believe in God. I still listen to Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco. You can consider them sellouts. Who cares? Music > The people in the band. I don't care that Pete Wentz is dating Ashlee Simpson or any shit like that. What I do care is that Pete Wentz writes excellent lyrics. What more should I care about his personal life? If my life were spread across tabloids then I'm sure I'd be more hated than Pete Wentz. In conlusion. I'm the biggest whore for collecting those little Winnie the Pooh thingys.