| I've stumbled upon this old thing... covered with cobwebs and dust.
after three years, we've all evolved into women. Each with a little stronger, different attitude, but in the heart of it there's still the 8th grade girl inside of us.
in a year, we're going to graduate. again. cept this time, instead of a defined group, we'll be spread out with our groups of friends, some that overlap, some that don't... but you know its not that bad of a thing, really. we shouldn't be defined or limited, especially by each other. these past three years have been an emotional trip, and we've all gone through our own ordeals, but this still exists... its not dead yet.
in alice's words,
can i get an ehh-ohh?
~ the singer (tho not much of one anymore haha) |
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| Im here!! tada!!!
lolz spaz moment lalalalalalalalala.
harhari drew bananas all over my Ellen foster foldr. dun ask me why.
~the oh so deranged leelee~ |
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