January 2009
2 posts
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In eleven days I will be 21 years old. That is self-explanatory.
Two days ago I started Weight Watchers. I resisted for a really long time, convinced that if it was meant to be, it was meant to be. But as I become increasingly more unhealthy, I know that something has to be done. I can’t walk to class without being out of breath. I don’t want that for myself anymore.
Also, I love my...
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i will never understand why things have to end. why good times have to come to a close, why holidays go by in the blink of an eye, and why friends come and go. i can’t bring myself to accept that she’s not speaking to me. but it’s happening and it hurts, it’s a raw pain that seems all to familiar.
i want to write more. without a past, without all of the entries from 2001...