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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

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{ Thursday, April 17, 2008 }

Never thought I'd have to blog twice today. It was all a great day and everything until after dinner.

I dont know what's wrong. Why they have to kick up such a big fuss over nothing! Cant I live the way I way I want to? It's not like I rebel agaonst them I hang out with bad friends and I start smoking, tatooing and drinking and not coming home at all. Neither do I go out all day long with friends without their permission. In fact I hardly HARDLY ever go out anymore.

So why is it I cant have private time. Some time to myself. Why cant they just leave me alone. Let me do what I want. Let me learn from my mistakes once in a while. I cant always be sheltered. I cant always be under their control. I need some sort of freedom. Like WTH. Yesterday had telematch. So decided to just wear FBT to school and they ALL make noise about how I'm wearing so freaking casual to school. HELLO!! Almost every freaking person in poly is wearing tee shirts, shorts and slippers. What's wrong man.

I'm super pissed and not talking to my parents because I know if I talk to them I'd probably scream at them. I dont want any conflict with them. Not today. I'm tired. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Parents, please leave me alone.

You're freaking me out. You are. It feels super wrong. No lunch with you tmr! I refuse. I do not date younger guys.

Sunshine smile, where are you when I need you? I better see you in school tomorrow! I'd like to think you're causing my leaking nose.


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