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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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Tuesday, September 22, 2009

okay so i'm trying to make this post long..
but my hair is itching like fuck.


- one. : tired of feeling sorry for yourself.
i just don't understand it anymore. why people feel sorry for themselves.'

like, over the days, i've felt extremely upset, but never so much that i'd like, what? suicide?
i remember the past, when i said all these bullshit things, that are really not likely to happen'
because you have SO much to live for, why live it in fear or depression?
i'm not saying it's a bad thing, but i'm not encouraging it either, but it's just .. strange ..
my heart was broke in half, . . four times.
four times.

and before that' i used to treat dat --
oopsie. well i got distracted because someone asked me for help on math ~ -- back to what i was saying.
i used to treat dating like .. for play . like, iunno ' if people liked me, people would like me, then they could dump me . I guess you could say that was shallow. :S
But obviously I was dumb, love is a precious thing that comes around once in a life time.
well , not once, maybe . . if you're lucky, you'll find it young. :/
Until I met Kevin. We were SO in love with each other, until the summer's end really came..
I knew it was going to end. There was no point in denying it. :/

but . . you have to realize, love is basically like love.
it can make you, or break you.

i no longer feel sorry for myself, and curl up in bed.
except when i'm sick. NEXT TOPIC.


two. being sick and being forced to go to school.
sucks.
asian parents don't understand that being sick is a terrible thing.
right now in middle school, you do not want to miss a day of homework that you have to catch up on. but i feel TERRRRIBLE MHAN. :|
argh. i feel like . . . resting now. : U
on to my political discussion


three. the government can fucking kiss my ass.
"We asked for funding so we can get organized and to ensure medicine, hand sanitizers and other preventative kits were in place, but instead we are shocked to receive these body bags," Chief Jerry Knott, of the Wasagamack First Nation, located north of Winnipeg, said in a statement.

Can the government be any stupider? This is clearly not a legitimate "MISTAKE".
They didn't even get ANY - funding . WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THEM?
The Ottawa government can kiss my ass if they think we're going to panic that badly, there still hasn't been a clear answer about why they delivered them here, or whether it's a mistake or not.
Grim or not grim, that's terrible news. I felt amazingly pissed after reading this.
I. HATE. H1N1. GEESBUSCHRISTMAN.

kay anyway next discussion.


uhhhhhh . ..
o_____o oaky so MSN + TV = DISTRACTING.
i fail at multi task.
when i remember what i'm writing, i will resume.


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