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I'm 25.

They found my car.

Yes, they have found my car, running in the parking lot of a convienence store, exactly the way it was before it was stolen. Everything that I had inside there is still there, the car is clean, but needs some repairs, but we don't have to pay for them. Hah.

And so my life moves onwards. I am kind of happy to be single. Not that I wouldn't mind a boyfriend, but I am not going out of my way to find one. This is my senior year, and I like that I do not have to answer to anyone, or worry about what someone thinks of me, or that I am a bad girlfriend, or that I am too boring and not romantic and all that other bullshit. I want to go where I want and do what I want and talk to whoever I want and not regret anything. I am glad I did what I did, and I am not sorry for anything, and if someone doesn't like it, they can kiss my ass. I am going to wait for the person who will treat me the way I deserve to be treated without me having to ask for it or wish for it. Everyone deserves to be treated a certain way. Anything else should not be tolerated.

I'm pretty bored. I have school tomorrow and I have to go work out and take a shower.


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