Comment with your name. I'll tell you what I really think about you. And I mean it. Come out of your hiding spots and admit you read this journal. Let's all just be honest for once.
You are funny. You send me a lot of videos to watch. You adore fruit. You seem really innocent in some ways, but that may just be because I don't know you that well. From what I can see you are super nurturing and a really good friend. I'm very glad we met and have gotten to know each other a little. I think that when you move to new york (or just out in general) you will become who you were meant to. It's just a matter of time until everything falls into place. Until that time you will busy yourself by taking pictures of the side of your face at strange angles and doodling. You will also smile a lot, meet great people,dye your hair multiple times,and possibly get a piercing. You seem really down to earth and fun and it's a shame we didn't meet sooner. But I will visit. And bring fruit.
I have known you since I was 10 years old. When I met you, you were singing in the rolling river changing area. You were singing then and kept on singing until people started listening. When you felt you had finally gotten their attention, you paused, but only long enough to change octaves. You are absolutely brilliant. You are resilient and hilarious. You are a very pretty girl. You have balls. You are a great writer. Our lunches make me happy. I feel like I can be real with you. You make me feel really special-it's surprising and flattering that you respect my opinion. I'm so glad we keep in touch.
I cannot tell you how happy this made me. But then, I love reading about myself. I think that you are beautiful, tenacious and brilliant. Oh, and we met when we were threeish. I remember sitting at your fake piano while you sang a song I did not know. I swear. Ask your mom. -Liz
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I love how ghetto fabulous you are. I'm really proud of you for changing your major. I think it was totally the right thing to do. I am dying to read the stuff you wrote while we were at the memorial in Jerusalem. The way you speak about art ignites something in me and makes me want to write. I admire your passion. I sometimes feel that you don't really think I'm talented or whatever and it makes me kind of insecure, but I don't blame you, you immerse yourself in the best. I love your baby phat glasses. I wish you would make time to get coffee with me more often. Sometimes I wonder what's going on with you, but I feel like overall we are very close and very busy. But the second we get together it is just us laughing and bitching and it's like no time has passed. I'm glad you ended up going to Israel. Some of the best shots I got at The Wall star you.
Now that we've gotten that out of the way, for brevity's sake, I'll summarize. You are beautiful. You are driven. You understand the importance of coffee. You really listen to me. You care. You take my opinion seriously. You buy me the best birthday presents. I'm still not over the letter you wrote me on my birthday on the blue paper. Fucking bitch always knows how to make me cry like a baby. You bought me a $40 lap dance. You love Manhattan the way I do. I tell you all my secrets. You never judge me. You're always always always right.
You are the girl I love to hate. When I listen to Trina I think of you. You are a good person. Your stalking scares me, but I know it makes you happy...live and let live. Your entries totally clog my friends page, but sometimes they're really juicy so at those times I forget how annoying it is and follow the trail of drama. You are ridiculously smart. I'm really happy you and your boyfriend are okay. I'm sure your summer will be okay. I'm really shocked/happy that you turned out okay and you aren't as miserable as you were in high school. That makes me seriously happy. You helped thicken my skin, and ultimately, that was a great thing.
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-Liz
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may i have those? i got like 4 pics of me in israel, its almost like i was never there.
speaking of. check out 'never there' by cake. its stellar.
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Now that we've gotten that out of the way, for brevity's sake, I'll summarize. You are beautiful. You are driven. You understand the importance of coffee. You really listen to me. You care. You take my opinion seriously. You buy me the best birthday presents. I'm still not over the letter you wrote me on my birthday on the blue paper. Fucking bitch always knows how to make me cry like a baby. You bought me a $40 lap dance. You love Manhattan the way I do. I tell you all my secrets. You never judge me. You're always always always right.
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