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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.

andric arnie ani brenda breana bunny doll cecilia class 85 diana daniel eugene haley janet joyce kathy kevin khashi lea lei lee ann linda lisa mariam michelle tanallover teresa thinoba peiyi sally samiha shirley sung rachel reilly ryan timmy timmy valerie xinyi yuting zuzu

my days, not yours.

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September 2011

thank you.

editing; yours truly (:
basecodes; Kary-yan/Missyan.
hosts; x o x

Saturday, July 18, 2009

god fuckit , i know you're always at work.
you know the answer already, yet you always keep asking me !

are you okay? because' i'm always at work.
you know, i don't want you to feel alone,
you have grandma .

--
have you turned bad?
because i haven't had time to give judgement because of work ?
but that's why you should focus on your studies and you won't have to work as hard as me, spend time with your daughter.

well, i don't have a daughter !
and of course i feel alone . i still remember the words that will scar me for life .
you've spoiled me . but' if you think about it, you've never spent any time with me, the starting of this year. that's why you let me go out with my friends, so i don't feel "lonely" no more .

bullshit .

i don't care that you have work, i KNOW you care about me .
but it's obvious that i am lonely without you .
you come right home, then you go to sleep ! i NEVER can talk to you .
and when you ask me these stupid-ass questions ;

-- are you mad at me ?
-- do you have anything you want to talk about ?


it makes me wonder, why am i still here.

you've hurt me enough.
stop bringing memories back .
i don't want to share anything with you.
i don't want to look at you.



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