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My brother loves you very much. He’ll always sing to you and dance for you (the trick is NOT asking him to do it :P). Your a wonderful person in all ways possible. No matter how bad a day you had, one that even he can’t fix, it’ll never be so bad that I have to see facebook posts about how he can’t fix it. It’s not his fault and it’s not yours, it’s the way the “cookie crumbles.” So smile again, even a small one :], and be happy. You have a lot of people who love you very much. :)

There. And i did it without calling you baby like SOMEONE we know…. 

Working on homework and felt pretty good. I constantly made sure that I had my dad’s Green card with me because I kept panicking thinking i was going to loose it.

Well.

I did.

My attention was on something else and when I went to pack up i realized i couldnt find the card. So i spent my 6th period running around campus, crying, trying to find this card. My english teacher understood why I needed it so bad, and she helped me as much as she could. 

Who would want to steal a Green card? I mean it has his fingerprint and his picture on there. I’m pretty sure they’d learn something else about my dad if they tried to get his records….

Overall mood. Depressed. :’(

I had been focusing on how short my nails were and how it made me so self conscious; it made me more aware of my nails and more prone to bite them. Today I painted my short stubby nails and decided that i didnt care if they were short. One day they will be long but for now, their my short stubby nails and im happy with them :)

oooh and I did paint splatters on my short stubby nails :P The right hand looks like CRAP. But if anyone asks…. i did it on purpose :D

That’s all I seem to find. The ones that beg to be “fucked” instead of “making love.” The ones who flirt and make your heart race, then admit they were leading you on. I’m tired of boys. We need more men in our society. The one’s that swoon you and actually mean it. The one’s who never ask for sex and never refer to it as “fucking.” That would be nice, no? The ones that spontaneously make any day the perfect date. It is possible, I know. How taking a walk through the mall becomes a day of giggles and smiles and kisses. The date’s that weren’t supposed to start out as dates. Those are the men I wish to find. Instead, all I see is a vast ocean of boys wishing they could “fuck me.”

No thanks.