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[13 Aug 2007|11:19pm] |
an open letter to all of the people in my life that I have walked away from:
most of you have formed and shaped the person that I once was - peers from high school, people from shows and "the scene" three years ago, (most importantly) everyone from camp brainerd. I don't have the right to call any of you my friends, because the truth is, I haven't kept in touch with a single one of you. for a long while i kept everything else at bay and tried desperately to have a personality and a life. all of you helped me to find that somewhere along the way. I have had countless heart to hearts with many of you, and if I could I would go back to that time. somewhere in my self-discovery I got lost and became completely consumed with an eating disorder. I shut every single one of you out and lost the person that I was. a part of me wants to rekindle friendships and deep conections, but I can't. I'm not who I used to be. I don't even know who I am aside from numbers and weights and calories. I regret this, but refuse to change it. I'm sorry for losing all of you, and even more sorry for losing myself. one day I hope to get back to that place where I once was, but the path is long forgotten and burried. I miss all of you and I miss myself. I still hold all of you with the highest regards despite my words and/or actions. I'm sorry.
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[11 Apr 2004|12:44pm] |
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[07 Apr 2004|06:28pm] |
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Sean was walking through the hallway, reciting lines from the play with a few other people crowded around. The crowd slowly walked up the steps in the G hallway and he looked at me, still reciting the lines.
"I love you Krysta" he said, as he fit them strategically in place with his 'performance'
and I turned around to watch him walk away and I tried so hard to yell and scream and make out the words "I love you too Sean." but I couldn't.
and then I woke up.
and I'm scared that maybe he didn't know just how much I loved him.
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[06 Apr 2004|06:52pm] |
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I NEED: a haircut, a boy, a best friend and the summer.
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[02 Apr 2004|04:21pm] |
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opening night of West Side Story is tonight!!
and it's all for you Sean. It's all for you.
p.s. Everyone come tonight because the show is amazing, and if you don't believe me ask the lead of Notre Dame's play, because we put the boy to tears watching it!
EDIT: oh wait thats right, unless you already have tickets, you can't come because all the shows have been SOLD OUT!!!!!!
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