Sunday, June 19, 2011


I think it's nice that people can write their friend's novel of blogs. Spend hours together, doing the things they both love. No secrets, no pretending. I sometimes envy that, wish I had that.
It'll probably take a while. Maybe someday I'll find a friend who loves sparkles and music and can stare at the clouds through the car window too. Maybe she'll wear rows of bracelets on her arm because it's hard to decide on just one to wear.
Then again, there's also a possibility that I'd be alone but I don't want to dwell on that. 

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