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Interests: I'm Bridget. I crave Asian food daily and I have a hard time waking up fully without some coffee. I am a freshman at Gardner-Webb University majoring in photojournalism. If I say any more about me then there will be nothing for you to find out.
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2/4/2006
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| love love love love. I want it back, it's slowly coming.
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| When I said good morning, I was lying. I was truly thinking of how I might quit waking up.
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| Pretty much everyone is pissing me off. Everyone. It is probably because I am sick. I just want to pull my throat out, like a scene straight out of a zombie movie. It seems like everyone I talk to, who knows my throat is putting me through so much pain, wants to talk so much fucking more. HEY, either listen to the words I am saying or don't talk to me, because I am sick of have to repeat myself because you won't fucking listen assholes. It hurts to breath, so if I hang up on you because you keep making me repeat myself, or you keep having this huge conversation with me, sorry. You should have been more respectful.
I just want to go back to school like ASAP. My family is driving me crazy. When you move out of the house and then have to go back to telling people where you are going 24/7 or having to call someone to tell them you aren't going to be there that night, or whatever, it sucks. I just want to go back to my beautiful mountains and steaming hot coffee.
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| Do you ever wonder how you look to other people? When we look in the mirror every day, we see someone completely different than everyone else. Do you wonder how he or she could adore you? People are ugly things, just a mountain of flaws to get over for sex. Poisoning my body with alcohol and acid has made me forget everything. I wake up with fresh cuts and bruises all over my body, from stumbling on pavement, being a drunk ass, being someone else. Who the hell do I think I am? It's been so long since I've loved anything, I have no idea where I'm going. Waking up in strange beds never was something I could see myself doing, but beds are really such overrated things since sleep isn't as friendly as it once was. My grandma tells me I except more out of other people than they would of myself, and she's right. I need to go back to North Carolina, I miss my mountains and pine trees. I miss all my banjo songs and the coffee shop across the street. I miss being me. I don't even know what I look like anymore. If I lose myself in art and become recluse in the mountains of North Carolina, would anyone follow?
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