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I MADE IT TO 20-10! so i rang in my new years completely sober! that was interesting. i still haven't had my new years kiss! (im still in need for a new years kiss so whoever is down for the deed, im still willing) i did a new years eve eve party run and i took it a little too seriously so, on the real new years eve i was still a little hung over from the pre party. i still had a blast with my girls! danced my butt off and i was sore for a few days after. gotta work on that. note to self, work out more so i can look hot this summer on the boat!!! note to self II, work on getting extremely hot so all the hot guys will want me! hahaha, no im totally kidding. this year, i need to be serious about actually dating someone. and this time, i wont hurt their feelings. since i dont trust a single person i dont know how that will work out. i mean ive come a long way in since my last boyfriend. only because he really hurt me. i mean come on!! find out that your boyfriend is married! lol, who does that! i dont have a ring on my finger...oooh wait, thats because he didnt marry you! lol. sorry, i wont get into that. i think i have ever right to not trust anyone. i want a relationship but i just dont know what will happen to me. i dont know if i can actually do it. i dont know if i can handle it. its been a while and its so hard for me to let me guard down....this should be interesting....guess we'll see what happens. happy freakin new years everyone!

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