witty-remark's Diaryland Diary

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Brush it off.

I want no association, whatsoever, regarding the word 'teenager'.

Bleh.

I'll throw a temper tantrum.

Thirteen was a hidoues age, wasn't it?
It was simply vile. You haven't a clue what you're doing, your identity is about as clear and defined as mud, and your entire morale is as stable as a plate of Jell-O.

Not to mention irritating hormones fucking most things up.

Yuck.

I'm glad that's over.

4:26 p.m. - Friday, Aug. 19, 2005

Then - Now