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[12. 27. 09 // @ 9 : 03 pm] |
Our second Christmas together was an amazing one. I love you.
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[12. 21. 09 // @ 12 : 59 pm] |
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I guess I'm stuck here after all...
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[12. 17. 09 // @ 9 : 32 am] |
Copy Cat.
2009 BITCHEZ////////// First sentence from each Journal entry:
January: I'm upset. February: My Valentines day was the best I've ever had, although nothing went as planned. March: John surprised me with this last night. April: BLANK May: The Prom itself was lame, only stayed an hour. June: I graduated High School yesterday. July: BLANK August: Last month was insane, in a good way. September: I drove down 47th on my way home tonight for no reason. October: You know you're in love with someone when you can literally read his mind. November: I really miss being able to smoke a joint, relax, and just write. December: I went out onto the balcony at The House of Blues last night to have a cigarette, and wound up meeting Adam Lazzara of Taking Back Sunday. :D
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[12. 14. 09 // @ 5 : 42 pm] |
Take the first line of an entry in each month from your calendar:
January: Goodbye 2008! February: There's something about this time of year, I tend to find myself in a rut, and missing what was. March: Do you ever look in the mirror or see a picture of yourself, and think "wow, that's so crazy that that's me". April: To new beginnings. May: Sunday is my least favorite day of the week. June: I will miss this weather and scenery more than anything. July: Lighten up, everyone! August: (no entries) September: My head's in such a weird place anymore. October: If I were told that I was nothing but a figment of a greater being's imagination, created as an experiment, I don't think I would be too surprised. November: I have found a place to call home, and it is oh so beautiful. December: Take the first line of an entry in each month from your calendar.
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