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Woohoo. Jen wants a tablet.
Does anyone still use xanga? XD What the crap. Why am I using it? This is so weird.
I want to apologize for thinking I'm better than all of you. It's not fair and I'm sorry. It's the same thing I've been complaining about for so long. It's hard for me to see how you guys live and how I used to live and not think that it's close-minded, and I've experienced so much more now that my life has changed so much. I don't know if it's good or not, I don't know if I'm happy or not, but I love that - I'm glad I don't know everything about my life...I think that's what life is about. Will you still talk to me like I'm your equal? Or will you always feel that I've "gone off the path"? Just treat me like a person...not a person who's living 'wrong'. No offence...but why can you determine what's wrong or right? Can you claim to interpret the Bible perfectly and completely understand what God wants from us and from our lives? You don't need to be sensitive towards me...you don't need to feel like anything in my life is a 'touchy subject', because that's ok. Talk to me about anything - tell me EXACTLY how you feel. Yell if you like - I love honesty. I just want to know. And do I still matter to any of you? Really? You say you love me when you see me, (which is not very often at all), but do you know me anymore? Enough to love me? Don't be afraid to just tell me. I miss interaction. There are only two people I can phone nowadays...You will say that I can phone anytime, but it's hard to call and just talk when you don't know much about my life anymore. Maybe it would be nice to talk about it...
I want to tell you all about Jon, and how special he is to me, and how well he treats me, even though he isn't perfect. I want to tell you about how much I love work, and who I am there. I want you to be happy for me completely, not just on the surface.
You guys remember when most of you came over to our basement and sat and cried when Megan died? Remember listening to that song in silence and sobbing together? My parents were sitting and watching us and we had peices of scrap book supplies strewn about at the bottom of the couches. I remember that really well.
And remember when we went to Spokane? And Nak? I remember all that. I remember lots.
I love this song...
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