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There is freedom without.
On Friday, Dec. 16, 2005 at 4:30 p.m.

It's hard to see the point in typing these little messages to no one in particular. I feel I'm no longer stumbling on conclusions or diving into another layer of my skin. This year is very different from last. I'm busy and happy. I'm not caught up in any of the high school bullshit, except the occasional boyfriend lust.

Sometimes I get the feeling no one really knows me. Or, at least, only a few people do. But maybe no one ever really knows anyone. We hide such huge parts of ourselves. It's not all that bothersome. Usually, I genuinelly believe my REAL friends know me. I'm just sick of generalzations people who don't even come close to knowing me make.

Everyone who doesn't know better should just fuck off, cause I'm done with this I'm going to tell you who you are bullshit. That might work on the people surrounding me who don't know better but it doesn't fucking work for me.

SO SHUT THE FUCK UP.
(they know who they are).



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