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that's what friends are for;
((:
Sunday, July 09, 2006
i dont wanna be a part of her life anymore. dont wanna be friends. we're too different now, she has her life, and i have mine. used to be really close. now, where i want to be is far FAR away from her.
friends forever ; 5:37 AM
all about me;
melissa
16th sept 1992
nitewaker@hotmail.com
lovelovelove: choir, 2e7 '06,my veryvery good friends, music
likes: basketball, class gatherings, blogging, my laptop
dislikes: posers, bad music, twits, horrible singers who think they're great, leeches
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