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PrivatexRadio's profile
Oh, and I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies and friends. - Fall Out Boy
- Member since
- Apr 21st, 2007
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- Jul 1st, 2008
About Me
I'm just a guy, in a band that hasn't written a song yet, who is attempting not to fail school, who wants to move to New Jersey when he's older and probably spends far too much time living in his head. And yes, my username is a Bouncing Souls reference, thanks.
Newest Creations
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[HannaBeth] A Kiss And A Photograph [Eight]
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Never Have To See
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I'm A Loser, Princess, An Outcast...
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Cowards Die Many Times
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Trouble Shared?
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Friends
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Latest Journal Entry
June 20, 2008
Tough week, methinks.
So, Monday was nothing special really, just same old. Tuesday was rad, I did my psychology experiment stuff and hung out with Cat. Wednesday was pretty cool, I only had one lesson of Spanish. Thursday. Was difficult. Couldn't stop thinking about Grace all freakin' day. I miss her, or at least the old her, quite terribly. The one that I went to see Juno with, the one that I sat outside on a cold night after she felt awkward at 1 in 12, the one who always gave me the brightest smile when I walked into the common room. Not the one who refuses to even speak to, let alone make eye contact with me. Today was weird, I missed the bus, but I went to see my grandma, who I've not seen in a good few months. Then I went to town before school and hung out with people. Made it to school an hour late. Hung in the common room at lunch with Cat and Rhanni and had a good laugh. Then Psychology was weirdly depressing (probably because it was about 'maintaining relationships', something I fail epically at doing). Me and Cat went into Shipley and talked for ages. Walked home feeling good. Speak to my sister, who sets off her music box...and it plays this song called 'Love Story' which is from a really depressing film apparently (which I didn't know until later this evening), and the song just makes me burst into tears without warning, and thinking about it is making me teary. But the song is beautiful and sorrowful at the same time, and there's something about it that makes me feel like I've lived before. And then my mom said that maybe I was her mother's father reincarnated (as he suffered an untimely death). We both didn't believe that, but then we came to the conclusion - if genes can carry information that makes you look like a family member from generations before, then what is there to stop those genes carrying fragments of memories?Think about it.
