Thursday, 11 December 2008
03:12:08 AM (GMT) I miss 7th grade.
Because my eyes got big everytime someone said something perverted.
I didn't take chances, because I always thought that i'd get hurt.
I was a better person.
I always thought before I spoke.
I had better days.
There were very few days when I was unhappy.
I had so many problems breathing just because I laughed so hard, so much.
I waved to people with my hand under my chin.
I cussed all the time.
My hair was long.
I always thought I was lucky.
I miss 7th grade.
Because my eyes got big everytime someone said something perverted.
I didn't take chances, because I always thought that i'd get hurt.
I was a better person.
I always thought before I spoke.
I had better days.
There were very few days when I was unhappy.
I had so many problems breathing just because I laughed so hard, so much.
I waved to people with my hand under my chin.
I cussed all the time.
My hair was long.
I always thought I was lucky.
I never knocked on wood to get my luck back.
No one hated anyone.
I wrote peace out on my fingers and yelled in the halls.
People were new to me.
Everything was a joke.
I was natural.
Everytime a guy liked me and called me, i'd stall and ignore his calls.
I didn't care about what everyone said.
I wasn't as bitchy.
No one walked out on me.
Evan always tried to make me like him, just as a friend, because I hated him soo
much.
Evan wasn't popular.
I had panic attacks in math and I almost cried.
I never cried though.
Everytime someone figured out who I liked and said Kristina likes *****, i would
blush and get nervous.
i was so scared.
I always sang the fishy song and nobody's perfect.
I was so far from perfect, that I would've done anything just to get even farther.
Last year I wasn't writing this about what I missed the year before.
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