well..its me again! The infamous Yin Yang Dog! well yesterday i finally finished my projects! *woohhooo!* ayup ayup! so im here to make a journal...about..something. hmm *ruffles papers* ah ha! i know one! xd this one is quite personal..why am i typing it you ask? cuz..cuz...idk..jus cuz! ok..here it goes..
Ok..it starts months ago..with me startin high school. I was bored..and i didnt have ANY friends. But later, a girl started talkin to me. I eventuallly found out her name was Judy. I was awestruck! she was nice and kind, and she says she RARELY got mad! Sure yeah it doesnt seem like much..but ive never met a girl who rarely got mad. Thats why I immediately wanted to be her friend. So the weeks went by..and Judy and I became close friends. I would talk to her often, and we share stories from our past. (soon i began to like her and i started to talk to her even more) Then, the rift began...I still dont understand why..but this is what i can piece together:
When i met Judy, I started to act a LITTLE too macho...you no..trying to be cool, like sayin things id usually keep in my mind, like "i have a huge ego". jus to impress her...but boy..it went the opposite. stare i REPELLED her. She considered me a jerk..and that wasnt me. So we stopped talking to each other for over 3 months and i started to like her less and less..Recently, ive been having dreams about talking to her again..(my friend says its because i still have feelings for her...riiight.. stare )
Soo recently, I've started talking to her again...I hadnt realized how talented she was a writing! she loves to write..but she never ACTUALLY writes things down....I wish i could help her with her book..but i dont want to repel her again..i jus wanna be friends with her..(SHES THE ONLY ONE IN MY BIOLOGY CLASS I CAN RELATE TO) but anyway, thats i gist of it...c ya!
YIN YANG DOG, OUT! ninja
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The Accounts of a Teenage Dog
This is my journal of my new life from 15 to...whenever. It is an account of my life as a freshman through senior all in an interesting journal. (if applicable)
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, who struts his hour upon the stage...and is heard no more.