"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Monday, March 9, 2009

It's the stares, mostly.
Everyone has faults, I'm not going to deny that. But it's just..really?
I wear deodorant and I shower everyday, so I can't smell bad...
Maybe my laugh is too weird? I don't know
I try, and my dad says to me(every morning) "be your best" and it's written above the door to our garage so we see it before we leave the house everyday. I really do try.
So whose fault is it?
They say they get it, but I'm in a desert....again.
Should I not be warm? Would it make a difference if my genes were different?
We'll have to wait and see, then they can SUCK IT!
that was mean, but needed to be said.
Copperboom!
peanut butter xoxo

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