I don't know if anyone reads this anymore - frankly I don't care. So if you're offended by what I'm going to proceed to rant on - sod off. This is my journal and it's for me. Not you people
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All it takes is a phone call. I was there for you when you needed a ride and I'd be there for you if you needed someone to talk to. I love you Bre and if you need someone...reach out love...we're here...just waiting to help. 234-5896 or 236-7997
Well I suppose I should through my two cents into mix, seems everyone else has. We all know life is a cruel mistress, testing us when we are weakest, taking from us the things we want the most, and giving us just enough hope to make it hurt that much more. The best I can do is tell you, if you want happiness you have to fight for it. Nothing in this world comes easy, but you should rejoice. For, Bre, you are stronger than most and I still see that fighter in you, like recognizes like. I would offer my phone number and my shoulder to cry on but you know you have those just as I know you won't use them. Peace.
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High school sucks ass. And so does life whilst in high school. Trust me, it gets better.
*hug*
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