... I'm reading a certain unnamed person's Xanga, and the question arises in my head: how can you be so fucking miserable when you've got the greatest thing in the world? second... greatest thing... but still.. HOW!? I've done this before too. Why do people dwell on the miserable things in their lives instead of focusing on the good? OH! I KNOW!
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If you read this, even if I don't speak to you often, you must post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, so long as it happened. Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you.
I get to go and have all of the fanfuckingtastic tests that we all go through our lives hoping to avoid, and I'm only 18. Hooray for the rest of a lifetime of this crap.