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innocence.
sup.'

josie is this "cute" little fourteen year old girl everybody believes who always has a smiling mask on her face. she kisses the stars, makes a wish on 11:11 every night, and this particular special day, march the sixteenth. born in, living in, attending in, toronto ontario, a middle school, somewhere over the rainbow. she likes getting personal, she's one flirtacious short person , short as 4'8, one of the reasons she suffers from bipolar, paranoia, heartbreak, and several other illnesses. believes rainbow dinosaurs are real, has the most craziest friends ever, believes she's half icecream and whippedcream, likes being crazy, downtownerr, bisexual, a little too light as 72lbs , talks a lot, loves to interact, can't achieve anything higher than a seventy. work wonders with a camera, and therapy with other people, just not herself. loves photography and photoshopping, manipulations of course. she's also spazztastic & is proud of having a messed up smile.

11:11 ♥

♥ money
♥ cute / fobby trucker hats
♥ new contacts.
♥ striped shorts.
♥ oversized superman top. (:
♥ discover who i want to be
♥ black&white nikes.
♥ FOBBY long necklaces.
♥ SLR camera
♥ save up more more more money. (:
♥ lots of baggy hoodies
♥ black converse.

hearts talking.

mm, be right back . formspring hacked. :/

alternative exits.

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my days, not yours.

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thank you.

editing; yours truly (:
basecodes; Kary-yan/Missyan.
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Sunday, July 5, 2009

day one of being really emotional without him. ): so today is the day he packs.

i really thought i wouldn't cry. but' i did. in the morning. god. -.-'
today i was supposed ta' get a haircut.
but NOOOO. my mom ruined my morning, because of a fucking phone. so someone called, and i left one of the phones in my room for the whole night, but it still had battery, you stupid $#%#$ person. -.-'
YOU PICKED UP THE OTHER PHONE. UGH. so heres how it went;
(phone 1 was the one in my room.)
phone 1: -ring ring-
- i pick it up-
me: MOOOOOM, pick up the phone, its .. someone!
mom: okay. -picks up phone 2-
phone 2: -doesn't work-
mom: how come it doesnt work? omg you left the phone in here the whole night now it doesnt work!
me: WHAT THE FUCK? YOU PICKED UP PHONE 2 NOT PHONE 1

god you blame me for everything -__-'
and so now supposedly shes out to buy ''juice''. when she told me whenever she gets pissed or annoyed, she likes to walk for a bit.

i know it sounds utterly stupid. but the whole reason of my tears is that she can never admit her fault. **** you.

i eventually got a hold of myself though.
why cry? what would change? like'd she apologize at all. my life sucks. what would change? if i kept on crying, i would've went suicidal by now. but i'm not a quitter. i just despise stupid people. - -''

ugh. emo wanna-be signing out. >:

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