There are no words I can use to describe the feeling of reading an old live journal post. I think i was in 8th grade when all of this started. I decided to go on to remember me. it worked. Ive changed,of course Ive changed but in a way were i can look at my past and try to accept things. I guess guilt comes up. Never wanted to victimize myself but ( Read more... )

Ive missed you, and still miss you
Im sorry

- your Julia

leaving for the rest of summer. c ya

these are my thoughts. this is what goes on inside my head ( Read more... )

this year was retarded/cheesy

i was shown a someone that resembles/is the live verision of peter griffin. if peter griffin were alive and jewish it would be her.

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so i lost my voice
and i love arcade fire and earlimart.
there worth chekin out