That’s true. I just hate to be a fifteen years old girl. I just hate to be me. I just hate my life, screw me. Hey, do you ever know how I feel? Do you get butterflies in your stomach? Do you have me on your mind 17/4? Do you wait for me to come online for hours? Do you smile at random times at the thought of me? Do you miss me all the time? Do you think about the smallest thing that I’ve said to you? I'm sorry I have to write this, but I got no one to babble this thing out. Argghh! I just miss those old days. Those old happy days. God, please do make my life even better next time. I just want to be happy, live without a problem. But I thank god for giving me a supportive family and awesome best friends and beloved boyfriend :’) ya I know, sometimes people cry not because they’re weak, it’s because they’ve been strong for too long. Seriously, it happens. Yeah I do know that when something bad happens, I have three choices. I can either let it define me, let it destroy me or I can let strengthen me. But I'm sorry; I can’t just choose either one. I’ll take it all. I can let it destroy me, define me and strengthen me. Screw me again. I just want to make things right, but it’s too late. I'm trying to live my life like I did before, but its falling apart. I just need to find my way back to the start .
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