Ive been trapped in this house you see.
no good has come from it.
i often find myself talking to noone but my pink plush bunny.
to me.. thats just not right. For maybe and hour or so ill just sit and let my thoughts take control.Then I start to think to much.
Upon my life my memories.The good the bad.
I got to the point were I was in tears both happy and sad.
i remembered a girl named sandy from back when i was six. She was my bestfriend in the WHOLE world! I mean I loved her with everything.One time at the park i had busted my lip split open and she was there the whole time to call my mom and keep me laughing so i wouldnt notice the blood.
I remember crying all night when she moved from chicago.
I moved on ofcourse to my friends now but I still miss my sandy noone can replace her maybe oneday ill see her again.
Anyways I was thinking more and more to the point were i though"woah i gotta stop" so i started cleaning and typing. here I am.Bored out of my wits.haha its 8:00am and im wide awake with nothing but storys to tell:]
Love Me ? Love My Jonas.
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Boys.. are so freakin confusing I plan to stay aay from them till 16 maybe even older becase there wierdos and and thier wierd okayy so yea -violet
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