Here I sit... on my kitchen floor. In the very first place I can actually call my own. Everything in this place is mine. My couch, My fridge, My TV, My love seat... MINE. Selfish as it sounds, its so freeing and independant
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My sister saw my photo bucket. It had some pictures from a passion party and a few others of me and various boys. Some how I feel ashamed. I don't know why it matters so much to me... I mean I did it. I took the pictures... I was there... my actions, my choices...my decisions... but to know that she saw them, and now knows... and probably thinks
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