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Okay, so if you have read this box before I changed it, please disregard my 5th grade self. I did not know what I was doing, nor do I now for that fact. I honestly hate talking about myself. I like music, it's kind of like my passion. Music to me is like crack to an addict. Great analogy, huh? See, I told you I was bad at this. I want to have a blog for some strange reason, but I know I shouldn't because, hey. Who wants to read a boring blog? It's weird. I haven't used this site in forever, but it brings back SO many memories. The people I used to talk to, the friends I used to have in real life. Now that I'm finally graduated from high school, I feel like the whole world has changed in just a few short years. If I could go back in time, I would change so many things. Who I became friends with, who I dated, and so much more. If it weren't for one person in my life, I feel like my life would be completely different. Ever since I have known him, it's like my whole world had been turned around. Freshman year definitely would have been complete and utter hell, especially with all the activities I did. Trying to juggle 5000 things at once is not exactly that easy. But he helped me out. I'd give a name, but I like to keep things secret.
wink High school was a roller coaster, and I'm glad I got to go through it with him. Although he may not have noticed, he flipped my world upside down, and I kind of fell in love with him. Our relationship was great. Not a dating-type relationship, it was more of a really close friendship. He was the goofy loser, and I was the shy girl. Once I came out of my shell, my world started to open up and life started to get better. Him and I got closer. I thought about dating him, but he was too good of a friend. Plus there was another girl in the picture. It killed me because I wanted to tell him how I really felt, but it's kind of a d*ck move to be THAT person. Ya feel? Well now that I'm done ranting, I think it's time for me to go. I feel like I just told my whole life story in one paragraph.
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