usually i don’t like to hold a grudge…
but it’s hard when someone stabs your back and goes straight through your heart…
shooting down your passions in life!
< this is my pouty face >
both eben and nathan told me today i don’t sing very well.
my heart is hurt. will life get better?? will we ever be friends again??
on another note – the smells of fresh cut grass and gasoline make me think of my dad. i like my dad.
… i also like laying on the grass with terri and alissa. but it’s quite hot out here, and i’m in jeans…
beautiful day! the birds’ songs are gorgeous and refreshing.
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i found a baby turtle on the sidewalk!!! i’m keeping it. his name is vincent.
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