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Hello.My name is Marissa. Im a middle-child girl. I love reading series and novels.I also love doing stupid random pointless stuff and watching movies and eat food and photoshopping and blahblahblah!!!

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Thursday, December 15, 2011
I AM JUST BORED

I AM SO SORRY I LIED.

Alright, come on, like I would ditch writing posts, please! I was kinda emo when I typed that previous post.

:( My mom scolded me then, so I was all grumpy and sad and I had nothing to do but sit a far corner and cry my eyeballs out. Yeah, but the good thing about me that I cry really long, I cried for 2 hours that time and there was one time I was crying for 8 hours....i think, but my dad had to come personally at my room and say that crying isn't healthy, your eyes can get blind or something, then I stopped crying. Hahaha, but I was a kid then :'}

Well what I was saying is that I cry really long but the next day I completely move on and i'm like, "I cried, whoa why am I so happy now?" I don't hold grudges against me mom, I mean in the end we are all family and we're close and all so I don't want to waste time hating her. I mean, she has every right to scold me I guess, and I should know this coming except that my feelings sometimes can be such a freako and I start crying. And after that my brain feels so knocked up I have to cry at bed and wake up feeling all groggy like an old woman.

SOOO, now i'm completely fine.

And if you're wondering what does, "I should know this coming..." part mean, it means that me being a middle-child, it's like almost inevitable to leave this situation that i'm going to be stuck in between my siblings but not as in SPOTLIGHT middle but STUCK middle. And I will always get intensely scolded at, misunderstood blahblahblah. I will have to learn to deal with it, love my mom even though im like the last one in her mind probably ( i don't like assuming ), but still, i have to think of all the things she have done, and i actually owe it to her, I owe her to cast aside my stupid sad or ungrateful feelings and to deal with it.

Yeah, I deal with it good.

oookay, looks like i told to much about my life,

byeeee

World Peace~