It's always fun to delve into the adolescent journal that spanned three, or eight in my case, years and see what was important at the time...fights between friends and being stuck in the middle, first boyfriend, thinking every little thing could end up being the absolute best or absolute worst thing that would ever happen to me. Quite pathetic, really. So. Here's hoping to not regretting the words written here. :)
Mom Richardson's funeral
2 months ago
2 comments:
Oh, yey! I was sure you would flake out. You won't regret any of it. Just don't write about your boyfriends anymore cause Matt is reading this.
Hee hee! We all have regrets, but now they will be displayed publicly for all to share in your mortification - horray! ;) Naw, you'll love it!
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