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5/6-2008
Talk about great weather..
I'm like, dying when I go outside..

First day at my new job now..
Felt great.
Hope it will continue like that..
Of course there will be up's n down's..

Now I'm off until monday..
Dunno what to do until then..
Might walk down to the beach tomorrow..
That would be nice..

What else is happening?
The dance competition is gettin closer..
So freakin nervous..
Should be fun though..
And I think we will do really well..
At least I hope so

I've been thinkin of something.. .quite alot... again..
I seriously don't get it. .
Some people really are nothing more than a piece of shit.
They dissapear for a while... Then all the sudden they act like nuthin's wrong.. And they start texting, or whatever..
And as soon as YOU  reply, they're gone..again..
There sure is some big ass  fucked up bitches out there.


Whatever.. .If it's going down the same way again, then do it well..
Cuz next time, I wont be sittin here waiting for ya..


Btw. Amy, thanx for the lovely txt. I really miss u, and believe me it's really wierd not being in England too.
Can't wait to see u in october!
Lots of love to you sweetie.


And the rest of all ya'll..
Pfft..
Let's just leave it at that..

 
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Keep walking.
And whatever you do,
NEVER LOOK BACK.

Memories might hurt you.

 
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