I am lucky to be American. However I am not proud. Being American is not something I earned or created or fought for. Just like everyone else here...uh hum except IMMIGRANTS. Nice irony there no
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I think I still have 17 year old expectations of raging parties, while my party goers grow closer to the top of the hill. The party was nice, but that's it.
Not really worth the time, effort, and money. I think I won't do it again.
Not actually feeling negative-just missing the highs of youth.
I have had my heart broken, but never missed any of them, just felt anger at the betrayal. Trina I miss. Every day. I consider trying to find a way to be friends again, but what could I really apologize for? The true damage is not fixable by me, I didn't do anything wrong.