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i just realized something. these are the years that are supossedly "the greatest years of our lives..." and we only have a year and a half left. i'm not sure what happened to mine or where the fuck they went. i have all the pictures, all the memories, and i never remember the bad things. well, i remember at my party i ended up crying the entire night, but hey, i'm smiling in all the pictures. and every picture tells its own story of how fucking retarded we are. and i know i've made some mistakes, but in the end everything turned out okay. there isn't anything i can truly say that i regret doing. yeah there were retarded things that could've prevented a little drama, but that doesn't mean it wouldn't have been more fun. haha.
it just went by so fast. i can still remember in 7th grade when sarah absolutely hated me and i liked david hardy and shruti, anne, pareesa and i were best friends and nothing could get any better and nothing would ever change...
well it did, i did, and shit got better.
16 and 17 were always the ideal ages when we were little. we wanted to be that age, we wanted to be like those kick ass teenagers on TV, and now we are... and i can't say i've done half the shit that my 5 year old self would've wanted me to do.
much love.
~*Heather Michel*~