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Name: Jillian
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Metro: Marietta
Birthday: 12/25/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: Skateboarding in high heels, spontanous plans, hanging out the window, playing pool and breaking all the rules, Fall Out Boy, photography, random japanese rock bands, writing, reading, biking, roller coasters, elevators, pink telephones, falling asleep that night on your shoulder with the sound of your voice sending me into dreams.
Expertise: how to make ramon noodles, creating inside jokes, talking to strangers, making a fool out of myself, providing inspiration for weeding.
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Immunity2Gravity
Member Since:
8/26/2004
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| Who's there?
99 more days, that's who!
<3
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| I am 17.
I am worrying about getting into college, cliques, and what to wear to prom.
I dread exams, bad hair days, and getting a C.
I am 17 and I feel 70.
I am worrying about if I will have food to eat tomorrow.
I dread having the electricity cut off.
This is supposed to be the best time of my life; senior year.
But no one in my family is speaking to each other.
This is supposed to be the year of dating and parking spots.
But I have to keep all these secrets.
This is supposed to be fun, memorable.
But this is just a nightmare.
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| "I want him to be driven mad with
the thought of me. I want
to get under his skin to where he'll scratch up his arms with the itch
of me. I want him to give
up everything he has just to hold me.
For the promise of loving me.
I want him to watch me when we’re in the same room, I want him
to miss me when I leave. I want him to wonder about me, what I’m doing, how can he
find me. I want him to do
everything possible to get back to me.
I want him to want me." | | |
| I don't know how to handle happiness.
But for the most part, I am scared I'll screw it up.
299 days. Can you believe it?
Recap: March 26, 2006
"there's a kid going
insane over her man"- Insane is pretty accurate. So is "kid". I thought
Concerta made the thought-process slow down; I thought it helped with
those impulse decisions. What happened to consequences? Repercussions?
Hearsay? Right and wrong? And why am I so comfortable with all of this?
"don't
live your life inside a narrow filled with glances"- get me OUT of
here. This place doesn't reward "authentic". I have to break these bad
habits. End this cycle of hope-anger-jealously-bitterness-sadness-guilt. This is a synthetic mold of the world and I cannot wait to break out of it.
I've started my countdown:
789 days, 12 hours, 47 minutes and 20 seconds.
Can you believe it Briana?
299 days.
So alittle less kid, but a lot more insane.
"Pray" he said.
I do.
"Be careful"
I am.
"Love".
Ofcourse.
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