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New Asfwert chapter! :D

thanks for the comment, I'm okay, that's not true.. really I hate the word okay, because it is such a lie. I'm not okay, but I am dealing. I guess. it's kinda hard to explain.. It just does not seem real. I know she is dead, but it just seems (unreal) I know she is, yet at the same time, I feel like she isn't ya'know.. I think it just hasn't Truly hit me yet. I have to miss school Wednesday for the funeral.. I have a feeling that I won't be able to avoid the truth then.. It's just so surreal. I just expect her to call ya'know... Mom and Grandpa are bad. They are so sad. the boys are in denial, they say the stupidest things; when mom and grandpa got here, grandpa asked cameron how he was and he answered 'good..' Good? How can he be 'good' I have to hold it in for everyone, and be strong, when Kaleb found out he screamed and cried for an hour, he did what I wanted to do, yet couldn't instead, I just kind of died inside, I went to my computer and I wrote. I just became someone else, I think that is why I love to write, when something bad happens I can become someone else for a few hours or minutes and just relax.... I think I will actually write some more it really helps. Perhaps that was why Poe wrote so many good things, when life is shit, it's easy to channel those things into something else. Sorry the comment was so long.. I was originally going to save you from some of my thoughts, and just say okay... But I just couldn't lie to you like others.. You are my best friend ya'know.

read the story pretty boy XD

That seriously sucks! Well, you probably start later than my high school did or at least had a longer winter break. I've been done with school since the first week of May. :D

Alex-boo!!!!! (: yayness!

Hi there! How are you?

Hi, Alex! ^_^
It's Jade.

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kool lol hey did you know that inuyasha has................
A 5TH MOVIE!!!!!!!!>< OMG!!!

You got a laptop? That's swizzle! (sweet+izzle... My 76-year-old conducting professor taught me that.)

It's pretty good. I'm on break right now, obviously, but first semester went well. We all work hard, but we party pretty hard too, so it evens out. How's school for you?

Happy belated birthday!

Thanks for the request ♥
What's up?

That was exactly my point. I know teenagers who have matured far beyond their years, and I know twenty-five-year-olds who are still naive. And of course, different experiences lead to different frames of reference and different types of wisdom. There is never one right answer for anything.

hello im catherine and i love ur profile lol and ur pic 2

Wisdom comes with experience, not age, and although it is a reasonable conclusion that experience comes with age, this is not always the case. I don't doubt that we all need love, but I'm saying that you should not throw everything away or try to sacrifice yourself for the good of someone else because they will not always be there. When you give everything up for someone and they leave, you will end up very, very broken.

I agree with your last statement, but on the contrary, I don't think I've spent enough time looking out for myself. If you try to live for someone else, they will always let you down. You will always be disappointed. You are the only person you can count on, the only one who will always be there.

Of course I do! Gotta look out for #1. ;)

Oh, well... it's still unfair. xD

Wow, I feel honored. In that case, you should absolutely write it. :P