trash talker
SIDEWAY SLIPPERS

I'll hide who I am. I'm barely legal yet I know things not really fit for my age. I'm a self-proclaimed know-it-all, I know things but it dawns on me once in a while that I don't know EVERYthing. I'm open minded and I can talk a lot about things, things that kids my age shouldn't talk about, serious things that take it's toll on my screwed up life. But after all, I'm a 17 year old, and that's still an excuse for talking like a love struck OMGZ!tweeny. Oh, and I have minor inferiority complex.

I'm a part time lover
and a full time friend, I could be
a monkey on your back.

one year early
I first made this blog to create the "musings of a barely legal 17 year old" hence the name ONE YEAR EARLY. I don't post here often, and one day I came across it and realized the last few posts were about my crappy love life. Yeah, shitloads of crap, I then thought, wow, I could be on to something. So instead of making this a sappy love blog, I just thought of making this an anonymous blog since nobody really reads it.

This shit is so PETE WENTZ.

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skin by heroine
{ Sunday, October 28, 2007 }
{ ..and then it dawned on me. }

I didn't know choosing people to go with during enrollment could 'cause such a commotion. A friend I've gone with to enrollment has her blockmates biting down her neck because of that issue. I feel bad for her, she just wants peace and instead she got angry retorts.

A few days ago, you might've witnessed me going apeshit crazy asking random people from school if I could go to enrollment with them. Some replied, and one particular person whom I thought was a dear friend avoided me as much as she can just for the mere fact that she thinks I'm the most boring person she's ever hung-out with. She could've said it straight to my face "I'm sorry, I don't want to be your classmate anymore. Well, because you're fucking boring."

an open letter for dear friend:

Dear Dear Friend,

I don't hold any grudge against you. And yes, you're an eye opener. You made me realize that my silence, groundedness and me not wanting to laugh out loud like you do makes me a boring person. You also made me realize that I've changed gravely from who I was before I ventured into college. Thnks fr th mmrs dear friend. I still think of you as a friend, don't forget that. And if ever our paths cross again, I'll throw you a purely innocent smile as if nothing ever really happened.

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