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Today, was like anyother horrible day.
Today, I stopped again in the middle of hall. But unlike Monday, everything seemed slower. Maybe cause I as paying extra attention? How does that work?

My friend Jen told me this oevr the phone. "Everyone is different, therefor they are all the same." When you think about she is right. Everyone is themselves in there own unique way. Yet some people try to be the same. It is okay to look up to others. But it isn't really being true to yourself is it?

Well today I had a pretty good day. I made peace with my X and we are friends again. It was my music teachers birthday yesterday. And hje is the best, hje introduced me to the piano. I learnt how to pla OH, Canada today. I am very proud of myself.

If I could use one song to play on the soundtrack of my life it would be "Iris"-Googoo Dolls. This song means alot to me because it speaks to me.

My substitue teacher is mean to me. SHe thinks I am an evil student. I add my personal opinion to one answer of my questions and she is bitchign at me. Oh Joy. NOt that it is anything new,

I love my friends. I hate my X-friends. My friends are the best. IO spent my lunch with some of my bestfriends. So if ever soemone comes up to yuo and asks you "Do you want to be a fish?" My best friend and I started that or "Do you want to be a skate board?" "Or to you want some Cheese" That was started at my camp. We are the crew. So what if the skaters don't talk to us. We don't care we stick up for eachother.


I don't know what a panick attack is. I think I might have had a few in my life though. I know I have had stress attacks. They occur frequently to me. I don't always talk about them. But they drivve me nutz. It is another way the world has decided to add to my list of things that drive me insane.

I walked to school today. The noises I heard were a mother seeing her child off to school. A motor bike slowing down. Cars honking. A woman waiting at the light. A bus driving by, crickets in the forest. My voice in my jhead making rhymes with things I care about. I like to write stuff think stuff up dream.

I love to write I want to be an accomplshed author. And I was in english today when my teacher complimented my writting skills. She hopes to read the first few chapters of a story I am writting.

While I sat in the cafeteria for only a few minutes I stood up and looked around. I saw kids hundred of them. All around my age. Some laughing some yelling some sitting alone. Some in deep thought, some putitng on a show. Some flirting some being idiots. These are all different people. It is hard to believe sometimes that such a wide variety of personalities are able to get along so well. The lunchladies laugh as they walk around talking to the kids. THis is all part fo life, happiness laughter, love.

Sometimes I wish I could be one of those people who make a difference in someones life. I try to make sure they are happy, constantly. But I also wish I could always be happy. I could always smile. I could always talk to someone without regretting what I said.

I wish I could turn back time, and fix what I did wrong but sadely mistakes lead into new beginning and new beginnings lead to life.

Okay I don't get it I can't think right now. I am fulll of emotions, sadeness, happiness, worry, love, regret. Coudl it happent hat when you concentrate to hard you loose sight of your goal. As my english once said. "A watched pot never boils."

Well my mom is home and IO am not happy she has a tenency to ruin my day.

-*-Brooke-*-