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WELCOME
Dreaming in Venice
DEAR DIARY
10:05 AM
i'll just run as fast as my legs can take me.
which is obviously not fast enough. haha ok nvm.
you're changing.
you laugh and joke with them.
but you're still here.
i know. just lost out there.
it's hard to be responsive in class.
imagine all the ... expression everyone will give.
or maybe i'm the only one who will give that expression.
haha anyway i miss sitting with amy.
and i seem to be always sitting in front.
maybe this time i won't block everyone's view anymore.
going for campfire today. and amazingly i'm not afraid that i'll forget the dance steps. i wonder what's wrong with me.
you care. i know. you're just busy.
but how long can i stand this.
