Take me for who I am,
Who I was meant to be,
And if you give a damn,
Take me baby, or leave me.

FRIENDS ONLY.

Add a comment and why we should be friends.

Chances are, you'll be accepted.

 I'm done with this journal. What began freshmen year is done, at least for now. It eluded me then, but that's no matter. So, like boats we beat on, borne back into the current. 

Onward to whereweanchored I am slowly working to start fresh, so add me if you wish, let me know here. 
I'm sorry for an inconvenience, it is just time for me to move on. 
I'll be writing in here until the first of the new year, but when the clock strikes 12, I'm moving on (but not collapsing).

On November 1, 2007, I trekked to Orlando with my friend Chelsea to see Fall Out Boy, Gym Class Heroes, the Plain White T's, and Cute Is What We Aim For. Although we missed Cute's set (which, strangely enough, was the fifth time I have missed them, and I am not even that obsessed with them), nothing else mattered. We ended up on the third row of people off of the barricade, and things were perfect if there ever were such a thing.


This is just to get started, more on the way.

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