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I get stir crazy sometimes. I get really loud, sing random songs, songs that aren’t so random, I dance, play air guitar in the middle of the street, I like S club and the spice girls still, I head bang to punk, metal and rock and roll and I fist pump to my beats. I pee in public places, fall down, wear smudged makeup and couldn’t give a fuck. I’m just a girl who lives for fun and happiness and I cry when something trys to ruin it because I have a beautiful life. And I don’t care about being perfect or this ideal or anything other than me because I’m awesome just how I am. And I’m more than okay with having crazy quirks, an obnoxious laugh, and all the other insane things I say or do, but I’m also kind, generous, and loving amongst many other admirable qualities. And only a select few see those ones, the ones that make up the rest of me. So anyone whose anyone can think all the want about me because not only do I know who I am, but I’m also very happy.

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My idols.

Rumours are just that, rumours. They spread like wildfire and before you know it, what was actually said was twisted into a web of lies, deciet, and loss of trust.

Sometimes when a rumour gets spread the best thing to do is give the benefit of the doubt, and ask yourself “would this really happen?” .. once you figure that out go from there.

Too much has been said now, and too much has been done. You’ve trashed me to everyone you knew, and now I have to make a decision. I’m being called crazy for forgiving you, and in reality those people are right.

After all we’ve been through, all i’ve done for you.. all i asked was for your friendship in return and you couldnt do that.
I participated in buying your baby’s crib, I spent 500 dollars in one day on clothes, diapers, bottles etc, I gave you my favourite purse, let you borrow my clothes, jewelry, shoes, jackets, I gave you some of my records, I’ve loved you and cared for you and your baby and you immediately believe some stupid rumour and now our friendship is over.

There is no way we can just pretend this didnt happen and let it slide under the rug.. and I’m not going to let you try and do that.
I’m done being pushed over, and being the person people like to blame for shit. I’m done being the person who takes the heat when I’ve done nothing wrong.

I stopped being a child years ago, and I’m not about to fall back into that pattern.
Grow up, and I’ll continue to do the same.