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I confess that I'm tired of having to expect everything to go wrong all the time.

I confess I got a new phone =D

I confess that it's Christmas morning and my ma has decided to take off. Lovely. Merry Christmas to you too.

This really is such a shame. As much as I believe Paramore will still continue to make good music, they are definitely not going to be the same. Those two and their creative talent and effort towards the band are absolutely irreplaceable. I seldom post here anymore, but news like this calls for a posting. Best of luck to the boys and the band. I have been a fan since 2006 and have seen changes take place in the band. It's no secret that Josh and Zac seemed to have lost their passion for performing, and that's quite a shame. Maybe they have just grown to differ from what Paramore is, and that's understandable.

So I have commenced blogging about a subject so universal and beloved by the world: Music. In my blog, I've already written about my experience meeting My Chemical Romance and a little run down of their show I went to, as well as meeting the bassist/drummer of an upcoming band while standing in line. I aim to blog more with reviews of CDs, concerts, etc. Anything related to music. If you're interested in reading it, I'd appreciate it if you'd take a gander. Also, if you have a band that you'd like for me to mention or something, let me know and I'll surely do it. I'm all for promoting new and up-and-coming bands in any way. http://musicdudette.blogspot.com/

I've got to say, "Dear John" is a bitchin' song <3 I adore it.

I was "bullied" for years during my childhood--from ages four to fourteen. Physically, psychologically, and emotionally. It really does change who you are and paves the way of who you become. I believe that, in the end, only we can decide how we let it change us but it definitely comes with a load of negative effects. I, for one, even at the young age of five, found myself to be low in the way of self-esteem. I always felt ugly. My self-esteem and sense of self-worth plummeted the most between ages eleven and thirteen where I found myself literally hiding myself in my clothes. I wore nothing but black and hoodies, regardless of the weather. In my hoodies, I would hide, even in my own home. I made sure to keep the hood on and my face as far in as possible so as to hide it from the world. I ALWAYS wore pants, even to bed. I would stop eating for periods at a time to lose weight. I attempted suicide various times between the ages of nine and twelve. Needless to say, I struggled a bit with being mistreated. Now, I do still struggle with my self-image now and again but I no longer let the past weigh me down. What's done is done and nobody who ever hurt me in any way gets to decide how I feel about myself. I have forgiven and find myself moving on, leaving the memories to lose their strength. I've no desire for suicide, but a love for life. I do, however, have a strong resentment toward those who think they have the right to "bully" others. It's absolute BS and they don't know what it does to a person, unless they, themselves, are victims of "bullying." This is certainly an issue that needs to be addressed on higher levels and dealt with in a better fashion than society and law deal with it now. I still feel as though a great deal of it is swept under the rug; no one wants to discuss it or acknowledge it and that's a problem.

I confess I don't know what she thinks she's doing, but she really needs to back off.

I confess: Soooo I guess being two-faced gets you everything you want in life? Wwwwowie, that's pathetic.

I confess I despise not being able to get him off of my mind. GRR.

I confess I hate it when crap like that happens

Dear _____, If I see you on my birthday, I would feel like a million bucks. It would make my birthday absolutely wonderful. So please. BE THERE ON MY BIRTHDAY SO THAT I MAY SEE YOU IN ALL YOUR GOOD-LOOKINGNESS

I confess after a good cry (thanks to The Notebook), I feel like a million bucks.

I confess he's so vile but I can't help liking him. JEEZ.

I confess my Mother can be so immature. She looks at me if I'm walking by and then starts laughing at me. I don't know whatever is amusing to her, but she needs to grow up and realize she's not a freaking teenager anymore; she needs to learn how to act motherly instead of antagonizing me all the time. I hate to burst her bubble but nobody thinks she's cool.