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if all of my exams go as well as my english one did
then i will be a happy camper.
me and these two cutefaces in my math class took pictures the whole period.
my new hair is in less than two days.
i want a new layout to go with my new icon.
do you ever wonder who your true friends are? i mean your true friends. the ones who you know will always be there for you, through thick and thin. at the beginning of this year, i thought i didn't have any true friends anymore. i knew i lost alot of them over a boy. i pushed everyone away to get to him, when it wasn't even meant to be. when you have friends that are willing to start over with you after everything, then you have found a true friend.
my best friend wrote this for me & i love her for it.
Dear Friend,
I miss you. I miss the good ole times, back when we were best friends. We were both such dorks and we were both so innocent, but it didn't matter because we had each other. Do you remember 8th grade? I remember, just like it was yesterday. We would hang out every weekend and talk on the phone every night. We would sit in my room and listen to The Anthem, Dirty, and Picture until 4 AM then we'd make popsicle smoothies and we'd still manage to make morning practice the next day. Also the worst fight we got in was over who would try the bean dip and we were the first to tell each other "Merry Christmas" on Christmas Day. Ahh, those were the good days. What about all our trips? Hiding in the bed at the hotel and acting all hyper. Being all excited to see our stupid loser Nashville boyfriends at the time. Also, the time when all that mattered was how many inside jokes we had on our AIM profiles. It was stuff that was hilar to us, but no one else understood. I lived for those jokes. It was like our own language. Do you ever think about and miss our memories?
The innocence has gone, and you fell for him. He ruined you. He kept you away from me. He told you everything you wanted to hear, got what he wanted, then dropped you in the water just to watch you drown. And you did. I watched you drown too. You were drowning in your desire and need for him. The deeper and deeper you went, the more and more I longed for our friendship. I tried to help you, to keep you from the water, to pull you onto the dry land, so we could walk into the distance, hand in hand again, and restore what we had. But I obviously was too late, because you liked the water, and I could tell by the way your pushed me away, the way you just dove back into it. Now we never talk, I never see you, I wonder if we will ever get back to how we used to be. Back to the days of AIM, inside jokes, 10-hour phone conversations, singing in my room, or writing 5-page notes everyday. If this is it, if we are through, if you are going to continue to reject me, then this will be the last note I write to you. But if maybe, just maybe, you want to go back to the old times, then there will be many notes after this. And if you want that, we can bring it back. It may be hard at first but we can, I know we can, I hope we can, because we've done if before. If you really want it, then I want it too. I will never let you drown again, but I need you to want it as much as I do. Do you want the past like I do? Just answer me now and we can make it.
then i will be a happy camper.
me and these two cutefaces in my math class took pictures the whole period.
my new hair is in less than two days.
i want a new layout to go with my new icon.
do you ever wonder who your true friends are? i mean your true friends. the ones who you know will always be there for you, through thick and thin. at the beginning of this year, i thought i didn't have any true friends anymore. i knew i lost alot of them over a boy. i pushed everyone away to get to him, when it wasn't even meant to be. when you have friends that are willing to start over with you after everything, then you have found a true friend.
my best friend wrote this for me & i love her for it.
Dear Friend,
I miss you. I miss the good ole times, back when we were best friends. We were both such dorks and we were both so innocent, but it didn't matter because we had each other. Do you remember 8th grade? I remember, just like it was yesterday. We would hang out every weekend and talk on the phone every night. We would sit in my room and listen to The Anthem, Dirty, and Picture until 4 AM then we'd make popsicle smoothies and we'd still manage to make morning practice the next day. Also the worst fight we got in was over who would try the bean dip and we were the first to tell each other "Merry Christmas" on Christmas Day. Ahh, those were the good days. What about all our trips? Hiding in the bed at the hotel and acting all hyper. Being all excited to see our stupid loser Nashville boyfriends at the time. Also, the time when all that mattered was how many inside jokes we had on our AIM profiles. It was stuff that was hilar to us, but no one else understood. I lived for those jokes. It was like our own language. Do you ever think about and miss our memories?
The innocence has gone, and you fell for him. He ruined you. He kept you away from me. He told you everything you wanted to hear, got what he wanted, then dropped you in the water just to watch you drown. And you did. I watched you drown too. You were drowning in your desire and need for him. The deeper and deeper you went, the more and more I longed for our friendship. I tried to help you, to keep you from the water, to pull you onto the dry land, so we could walk into the distance, hand in hand again, and restore what we had. But I obviously was too late, because you liked the water, and I could tell by the way your pushed me away, the way you just dove back into it. Now we never talk, I never see you, I wonder if we will ever get back to how we used to be. Back to the days of AIM, inside jokes, 10-hour phone conversations, singing in my room, or writing 5-page notes everyday. If this is it, if we are through, if you are going to continue to reject me, then this will be the last note I write to you. But if maybe, just maybe, you want to go back to the old times, then there will be many notes after this. And if you want that, we can bring it back. It may be hard at first but we can, I know we can, I hope we can, because we've done if before. If you really want it, then I want it too. I will never let you drown again, but I need you to want it as much as I do. Do you want the past like I do? Just answer me now and we can make it.