“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
Saturday, February 5, 2011
wwoooww High School..
You know one thing I Love? Going to a school event and having at least a dozen ppl come up to me and say "Hey Ciera! Where have you been? I haven't seen you in months!" hahaha I still go to your school Dumb A... senior years is dragging on.. and on. Its so weird how different every year of school is.. One year your best friends with one group and when your not with them... your doing absolutely nothing. and then the next year you dont even talk any of those ppl and you hang out with a different group compleatly.. Ha weird...
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