It’s probably been about sixth months, those last posts are not part of me anymore. I am not the same person. This is Book number two, part of the same series of my life, but a new begging! I have experienced things that have allowed me to see that I am a person, and I am important too!

It’s my senior year! I’m going to get my hair highlighted (eventually) to put some color in it. Try to get it cut a bit more, and keep cutting my bangs. Also, I’m trying to force myself into talking, but it gets hard because some of these freshman, sophmores, and even juniors are terribly rude and mean. It hurts my feelings because I’m not strong when it comes to getting put down, I let it get to me sometimes, when it shouldn’t, but this is what is going to get fixed!

I no longer have a “boyfriend”, for I am looking for a best friend! Not just some guy I can call my “boo” and toy around with. I want someone who will run me to the comic store so we can both shuffle through the boxes of pages. I want someone who understands me and doesn’t think I’m completed obnoxious. I just want someone to be my best friend, to be my companion. But I understand way too much to ask. I mean, I eat hot wings, watch football and nascar. Love action,comedies, and horror movies (at home). I don’t know. One day I’ll find that someone! :)

Anyways; I guess I’ll just update with some pictures here and there from now on! This is my new book, I can make it any which way! Life’s pretty banging! 20ll’ senior “we like it on top” ;)

-JuneLove <3

love; in the hitchhiker guide to the galaxy, it’s says avoid it at all costs. I’m like that Aurthur guy, and didn’t read it.

Although in the movie it seems to be foolish, I don’t find it foolish. I’ve been through a couple days where I just wanna scream and tell everyone off, but now I’m done. The sun came out today, and my eyes shone bright again. His name rolled off my tongue and I wanted to catch it and swallow it, just to keep it forever. <3

Well, I wanted to leave things on a good note, if I don’t get back on for a while.

Peace, Love , Happiness. <3

greatest kick ass song.

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She’s on my mind, she’s in my head. I want her out, I don’t want her to become me.

He doesn’t know, I’m scared for some reason. Am I just being silly? How do you tell your boyfriend that your real moms a psychotic bitch whose fucked up your whole life? You can’t. I feel like going out, finding someone who can give me an escape from this inner ache. I used to call it a hole, I thought my older brother, my hero, could fill it up. He couldn’t, I look at him, and I know he’s looking at me, going to tell psycho bitch I’m okay.

I read this book, this kid had the same struggle, but he went to smoke pot to ease his pain. I can’t do that shit. I remember he talked about how it was like pictures zooming around his head. That’s how I feel, these pictures won’t go away. Sometimes they start giving me headaches, I just wanna scream, cry, tell them to go away. Me being here is just a simple reminder.Maybe, I’m just some sort of fucked up person who just likes to use the internet to bitch about her life, which is completely fine…now. But I just can’t live it, I’m waiting for a phone call, for her to show up, I’m waiting in fear.Honestly, just give me somethin, make those images go away. I don’t want to remember anything.

You know what, my life ain’t all bad now; I got a boyfriend, a family that loves me for me, and I’m able to just about anything to my imagination, I just gotta get through my past that likes to come back and haunt me. Let these headaches and memories go. It’s just hard as shit.

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In his mind, he’s done nothing wrong, but I can feel the words, I can feel his eyes flashing on another. Am I suppose to believe him? Is this normal?

I don’t know, I’ve shut out everyone, even most of my family. I’ve tried explaining , but the pain comes back up. This pain it’s like puke, I want to just scream it all out of me. Afterwords I pretend to be okay, but I know it’ll come back. It’s waiting for me, it’s out there.

I feel so fucked up. I watch other girls, they know how to act, they know how to let people in, but when I want to tell him, everything inside me closes up. Is this what my mother wanted for me? Scared to get close? Scared of the one thing that I’ve seen fucked up my whole life, hurt people, scarred them for life?

The two little ones that know what went on, I left them back in florida, I can’t live with that, I keep seeing their faces. I left them, I made that descision. Just like she made the descision not to get me.

I don’t want to be her, god save me. Or is it too late?

I have decided to test drive “tumblr” even though it’s spelled wrong, and there’s got to be symbolism, but it hasn’t been explained to me.

So I welcome you all to the first page, you turn it blowing off sparkles of dust, and old crinkled worn off pages, and you see on the first page, a picture of a puzzle pieces lying about. It’s the first symbolism in my story book. It represents my life at the moment, and my purpose and goal for the year. Put it together as quickly and efficiently as I possibly can. The chapters and page in my story book can range, they may end up very short, and the story end quickly, or it may last for decades, describing more than one human being could possibly care about in their whole life on plant earth. Plus I’ve come to share my advice, and my inspirations for others, my thoughts on our days here. My mind, my one and true unique storybook.

Once Upon A Time…