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bye bye myspace, it was a good 6 years. DAMN.

It's mind-boggling to me that there are people afraid to travel by themselves. I know people who won't even go out to eat lunch by themselves. For me being alone has always given me a lot of time to think, reflect, listen to music. It's an escape from my family and traveling alone has always been empowering to me. Today was the first time I took the el train by myself, and for a second I got worried when I realized I was on the opposing track while the train was coming, but I just took a deep breath and reminded myself that "it's philly these trains run every 10minutes." I ended up showing off my new crocheting skills :

and for some reason my allergies are in overdrive. I had a fucked up dream last night that one of my boyfriend's best friends raped me!?! Not sure what that means, but I'm going to dream google that shit and when I come up with an answer I'll let you know. All in all it was a busy and very fun weekend I'm happy to always be doing something different each weekend, I'm making sure not to grow up too fast.

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hate asking for favors

my favorite jeans have a huge rip in the left thigh-zone :( super bummed about that. my two other levis fit me awkwardly all the sudden and are too baggy making me look like i'm carrying around a load in my pants.

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I had a dream that my real dad sent me thousands of postcards from Japan, that my mom had kept hidden from me. I found them in a bag under my mom's bed along with a jar of pickles.

??

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bounce that

I applied for my passport tonight. I had to reference to my birth cirtificate and saw this :

STREET AND NUMBER OF RESIDENCE
Glenbrook Trailer Park Lot 3

I went home to a trailer located in the slumbs of Atlanta. Two days later we were shipped out to Germany. I just found out what my real dad's birthday is. May 1,1967. My mom was 20 years old when she had me (my age.) Who knew all of this would bring up such weird emotions?

I'll always be jealous of anybody with a great family.

I think I've got the flu.

I'm not putting all my eggs in one basket because baskets are super fucking gay.

Don't forget this: Just because someone else has something you want, doesn't mean it has anything to fucking to do with you.