Jen

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2003-01-19 20:00:26 (UTC)

Don't Go Away

that song just started,i love it. a cold and frosty mornin,
theres not a lot to say bout the things caught in my
mind... i love oasis. its like, some people have comfort
foods or blankets, i have oasis. many people don't like
oasis, but i do and i don't care what everybody thinks
because i'm through that. i'm done.

if i had to choose between anything and music it would be
really hard. i mean... music is life.

had a fight with my mom today. getting along can only last
so long. i don't think this will necessarily set off a
chain of fighting though. but now that i think, yes, yes it
will.

radio 4, speaking in code-- very good nyc band. i should go
there one day and live for a year. then go to london and
live for 2. then come home and hate it then go back
somewhere.

oh yea, to let you know all these feelings will pass in a
day or so, so uh, yea. except music and... moving.

i think my mom is home. she'll think i was online the whole
time, which i was not. i actually just got on maybe... 2
minutes ago when i decided tv sucks and i dont want to do
homework.

lastly, i decided i'm done being a teenager. i'll still
play stupid pranks and do stupid things, but i'm done with
everything else. I DONT CARE. maybe its winter and being
stuck inside, but... i dont think so. i'm sick of worrying
if i'm bothering my friends or if this guy likes me or that
person hates me. i'm done. go have fun with your teenage
melodramas. in the end its completely meteocre... i dunno
how to spell that. anyways, its useless, i'm doing the
smart thing and bailing out. i should be in stocks.

this leads me to decide that while this journal entertains
people who have nothing better to do online, i will most
likely end it. because not only do people not want to hear
meaningful things, they dont care when u say something
meaningful unless its "why couldn't you tell me that before
it happened".

stop covering your eyes people. the world is scary, get
over it and yourself.

contradictory statements for your pleasure and mine so i
can stall and not do hw::: nudey pants, war (definition,
fighting for peace.. hmm, p), cold sweat, tears of joy.
thats all i feel like remembering. later kids.




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