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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 (:
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Saturday, September 19, 2009

it's talk like a pirate day!
...

happy talk like a pirate day. o uo


i seriously can't cry anymore.
when he broke up with me, that was it. i just teared up.
and now, i'm teared out. even if i do want to cry.
:|
i'm not even trying to hold it in, but i just can't. D: <
like, today, i ran around my small place, i hit the floor, the wall, the sharp edge of my desk, and i felt like, nothing.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME. T....T'

but i have heartache. || argh . :)'


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