God i love skateboarding.
I was a jerk on saturday. i went up to hop-town with Eddz, while i was there i didn't call Chaela once! yeah, an asshole.
While i was there i tore it up. i've never had such a good skate day there before. i thought i was going to die i skated so hard. then there was Germ's going away party, which was a lot of fun. still i knew i messed up so back to C-ville...
She wasn't as upset as she should of been.
Everything feels so NEW with her. its all the way it should be. i have this picture of me when i was 8, when i look at that picture i can see myself genuinely happy, where i knew without a doubt i was HAPPY w/life and where it was going. when i look at her thats how i feel, genuinely happy, and thats all i ever ask for in life. to be happy...
i love my life. i love how i have friends and family to turn to if i need them.
Fuck you Rob!
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<p>God i love skateboarding. </P><P></P><P> I was a jerk on saturday. i went up to hop-town with Eddz, while i was there i didn't call Chaela once! yeah, an asshole. </P><P></P><P> While i was there i tore it up. i've never had such a good skate day there before. i thought i was going to die i skated so hard. then there was Germ's going away party, which was a lot of fun. still i knew i messed up so back to C-ville...</P><P></P><P></P><P> She wasn't as upset as she should of been. </P><P></P><P> Everything feels so NEW with her. its all the way it should be. i have this picture of me when i was 8, when i look at that picture i can see myself genuinely happy, where i knew without a doubt i was HAPPY w/life and where it was going. when i look at her thats how i feel, genuinely happy, and thats all i ever ask for in life. to be happy...</P><P></P><P></P><P></P><P>i love my life. i love how i have friends and family to turn to if i need them. </P><P></P><P>Fuck you Rob!</p>
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