Overrated. I described it as that once. It's not. I don't like the leaving part. At all. It takes a lot out of me to allow the leaving to happen. I went and looked for my PostSecret book. It's gone. That means somebody out there has my secret. You're stupid things are all over my room. Well not all over. There's only two. Still. Do not leave your stuff in my room and give me my CD's back and I promise to start reading your silly book. I'm not getting boots. Sorry. It's a no go. It's not me. And just because you think it's a great idea, doesn't mean I do. Also I know sitting on the couch together with your parents is cool at your house, it's not at mine. We appear happy, but that's because we never share anything personal or spend more than 3 hours together. It's just a general rule. There's a lot you don't know about me and there are still a lot of those things that I'm not willing to share. With anybody as a matter of fact.
Today at Chapters some lady told her kid he was going to have a sore bum if he didn't start behaving. It took a lot for me to hold my tongue. It really did. This is something that only a few people will understand why, VERY few. It's one of the things I'd tell you but I'm not sure if you'd understand.
We've all got scars,
Jessica
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