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Wow! So you really do have one!~ Sai Tresspassers shall be poked, Survivors shal be poked again............... WITH RELISH!!!~ InrealityIreallyWantedtoSaythatIsaidThis Michael Culhane
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Latest Journal Entry
December 31, 2006
Facade
This is my second journal post, I read my last one and thought, 'Boy, was I naive.' I should have known that happiness is ever fleeting, and that I wouldn't be with him forever. We broke up three months ago. I was the one who brought the subject up. Over the break, I took off my mask, and I am getting ready to once again put up that facade, that illusion. The winter break gave me time to think about things, realize a few as well. I'm afraid. I'm in eighth grade, and all I have is just six more months with my class. I've been with a few of them for as long as 9 years, starting from when I came from Japan and started kindergarten at my school.I'm the kind of person who has a hard time getting to know new people. Once of known them for about an hour, I open up to them. But, I have problems trying to talk to new people. At my school, the biggest class that I have ever been in was 21 people, everyone was bound to talk to eachother, and get to know one another. Now, I'm afraid. I'll be leaving my memories, and moving on. I have been told that I am too hyper, and they say they like me for that, but in actuality, I couldn't be more insecure. I freeze up in an environment filled with people that I don't know, it's scary actually, knowing whether or not they'll accept you. My best friend, who was planning to go to the same school as me, moved to Kansas. Without her, I noticed more of my insecurities.
Are people just fated to leave precious things behind, after every step we take? Are we just bound to the reality that is departure. Why, before drawing another breath, must we abandon everything we have?