232. Front Page.
12:59 p.m. & Saturday, Jan. 13, 2007
I just spoke to my best friend, she pissed me off.
I made it to the front page of this cities newspaper on Thursday.
She didn't even call to see if I was OK.
One of the first things she said when she answered the phone was that I was an idiot for wearing the same T-shirt.
I told her that I did it on purpose. She thought that I was an even bigger dick for doing so..
She use to read my posts very day. Perhaps she still does..
She was once my biggest fan.
I want to remember What takes a lifetime to forget
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I am me. Nothing more, nothing less. I write. I don?t write beautiful things. I write about things that happen to me. Things that come from my soul. Deep inside me. This is my life. This is my angst. This is my happiness. This is my joy. This is my sorrow, and my pain. I don?t consider myself a 'poet' in any manner. I consider myself a struggling teen just trying to get by in life. I've only a few things left to hold onto. And writing is one of those...
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