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The One Place I Hide


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Hello, My name's Karleigh.
And I'm 18 years of age.
You probably don't know who I am but I do.

I'm out of high school and ready for the next chapter.
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Inside my head

For like 10 minutes I'm going to write down everything that comes to my mind

Andy.
Strawberries.
Luke.
Vicki is in Italy.
Lucky Bitch.
I love my friends.
Run Away.
Sunset.
Summer.
The Beach.
Vacation.
Music.
3:30.
Still's Disease.
Surgery.
Frightened.
Needles.
Bloodwork.
Soccer.
Cheerleading.
Gymnastics is being cut.
Cougars.
Avon.
Money.
Make-Up.
Nichole should be here any minute.
I miss Andy.
I miss Elizabeth.
I miss Ali.
I miss Logan.
That dumb boy from the palace better not hurt Logan.
Or I'll open up a can of whoopass.
Hannah :-(
I miss her.
I miss who she used to be.
I miss how I used to be.
Lindsay Lohan is HOTT!
Sometimes I wish I looked like her.
Predgudice.
I don't know how to spell that.
Sometimes I'm smart.
Sometimes I'm not.
I'm terrified of Dying.
I'm terrified of anything happening to my sister.
I'm terrified of my father.
Alchohol.
It makes me sad and very angry.
I won't drink underage.
Guranteed.
8th Grade.
Ugliness.
This is a super looong list.
10 Minutes is up very soon.
My thoughts are quite dark.

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