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Post by cherry ava momsen on Jul 29, 2011 10:03:18 GMT -5
september, 2011 ringing out like a shotgun in my head
ringing out and i just can't go to bed [/color][/center] dear diary, i don't know how i feel. am i suppose to enjoy being here? 'cause i don't...but it's better than home.
i just don't know. i wish i could just read everyone's mind so i know if they actually care. if i'm actually wanted, or if they just think of me as some depressed kid.
which i am.
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Post by cherry ava momsen on Aug 5, 2011 15:00:19 GMT -5
18th september, 2011 ringing out like a shotgun in my head
ringing out and i just can't go to bed [/color][/center] dear diary, i got a letter from my grandparents. it was a apology letter. but reading their words...it's empty to me. i know they don't care. it's too short, it's too fake, it's too pathetic. i ripped it up after i read it. their words, written, are empty to me. i could tell they wrote it in a careless rush. grandmother has neat handwriting when writing invitations. it looked more like a mess on my letter. but then again it wasn't an invitation. she doesn't want me home.
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