Where did I leave off of. Oh yes, I finally have my license. It's not a hard copy yet, but it's the provisional license that I get to hold until the courts send me to retrieve my actual hard copy. Finally, that little segment of my life is over with. Now I can shut up about it.
I'm not too interested in discussing my love life to the fullest details rather because at this point i'm not sure what I should do. Moreorless, around last year...I actually think I wrote about it. Possibly. I met this girl at a Halloween party. Her name is Aurora Harris. At first glance, nobody could see anything there. Of course, I became attracted to her and I suppose as the months grew by, I grew on her. Around March of this year, March 3rd, we decided we wanted to date. We lasted until August, and then there were complications.
However with this particular being, I felt something I had not felt since December 17th of 2006. In case even the one person I think should remember that date, doesn't, that is the day I met Jessie. Sounds like I should go for it right? Well, this is the problem. I can't. That's right, I can't. It's become clear to me that, although she still loves me, she doesn't love me enough to date me again unless I live with her in her house. Which, being the idiot I am, I could wait for that. However, it is slightly irritating and I just want to go off and find something else.
Anyway, that is the mess that I have gotten into. Note, that's what I call, a brief description of that particular subject. Moreorless, now, i'm just going to finish up school, and try to figure out what to do from there. I can smell my 18th birthday around the corner. It's coming up so fast. I can hardly wait. Yet, I can. I have my mixed feelings.






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Scarcasm it beats killing people
AND: Thank you for making my Valentine's Day great!
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the best things in life are unseen, that's why we close our eyes when we kiss cry and dream
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Jacob: "Go fetch a space heater," he grumbled. "I'm not a St. Bernard."
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Jacob: "Go fetch a space heater," he grumbled. "I'm not a St. Bernard."
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Scarcasm it beats killing people
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the best things in life are unseen, that's why we close our eyes when we kiss cry and dream
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Scarcasm it beats killing people
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Scarcasm it beats killing people
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