hi, i'm roselle
i've always been torn between wanting to tell my story to everyone and let them know exactly what is in my head, or keeping it to myself. the problem is, being outwardly unhappy pushes people away, no matter if they say they're always there to listen. i mean of course i have a couple of friends that i trust with the world, but there is only so much your friends can listen to. but on the other hand, to pretend everything is fine when it's really not is to lie to yourself from the inside out; to ignore who you are and lose yourself. so which is better? to have people thinking you are melodramatic or just seeking attention, or to drown in your own mind and live a lie? im not one of those people who are constantly depressed, i mean, im actually usually happy. either way, this is my story. this is where i can post exactly whats on my mind, and if you dont like it, if you think i'm pessimistic, or over-emotional, then i guess thats up to you.

happy fifteenth, natalie. i laaav you. alright so once upon a time, i was in grade one, and i met the craziest weirdest creepiest chick i have ever met in my entire life. her name is natalie carlone.
AND YOU GOTTA BE BESTFRIENDS WITH THE WEIRDEST CHICK IN THE CLASS. so yeah. she eventually became my bestest friend.
so by grade three we were like, pretty close. it was me, you, selena, klarissa, and other random people that i forget. we'd play skipping at recess, and hopskotch, and build snow forts, and play with mud, and other common things that third graders enjoy doing. we made up nicknames for eachother such as 'natty', 'rosie', 'seeney', and 'kli-kluh', because we thought those were the cutest names in the entire world, obviously.
and then it was my birthday and i was only allowed to invite like three people, so i invited everyone in our group except you because i liked you the least :). and i remember we were pretending we were the characters from Grease, and we were singing the parts from the song summer lovin' or whatever, and you said i had to be the boy so i ran away and cried .
then it was grade four, and i kinda drifted out of your group, but me and you were the best of friends in grade five.
in grade five, we became friends with jessie i think. she was in our class. mr. elias's fifth grade class. mr. elias wasn't very fond of me, but i wasnt the best student either. i remember him sending me to the office because i wasn't doing my multiplication worksheet. and when he finally gave me the 'Student of the Week' award in like june, he wrote on the certificate "I didn't want to give you this award earlier, because i felt it would be a bad example towards the other students". thanks mr. elias.
remember in grade six when you and keir were "boyfriend and girlfriend"? you had a stable 3 week relationship. i think he was disappointed he didnt get any action.
i remember your christmas party in grade seven. we were KINDA COOL slowdancing with boys in your basement, roffffl wtf. and when we played spin the bottle. but of course we had a secret code, just incase your mom or dad could hear us. instead of a 'kiss', we called it an 'iphone' and i have nooo clue why.
grade eight was my favourite year. mr. cosmo put us on opposite sides of the classroom so that we wouldn't distract eachother... so during work periods i'd get out of my desk, and just walk over to yours and start talking. i think mr.cosmo got tired of reminding us to sit down at our own seats.
remember that project we did about the 1980's? i didnt think crimping my hair and wearing bright clothes would be that fun. it was. and we had fun laughing at one of the ugly chicks in our group as she tried to look as sexy and seductive as possible as she strutted down tabithas hallway, pretending to be a model.
what else was fun in grade eight? OH YEAH WHEN WE WERE ASKED OUT ON THE SAME DAY BY THE CREEPIEST GUYS.
speaking of creepy guys, remember when i was dating him, and at tabithas house we left that voicemail on his cell, sincing the pokemon theme song? that was like the best day ever. and when we prankcalled him and tabitha talked in the chinese accent, asking how many springrolls he wanted with his chicken fried rice. and when we got lucas welcz to leave that message saying shit to him in polish. lmao wtf.
and you never hesitated to make fun of my ex over msn. i still have that conversation saved on my computer. "i'm the immature one here? says the guy who randomly lays down on the grass at wonderland?"... "i love how it takes this long to press 'block'"
summer2009 was fun too. i remember going over to your house, and i let you do my makeup. that was... interesting. i ate dinner with your family looking like that. playing dressup and camwhoring at your house was funny shit.
the last time i saw you was flippin' HALLOWEEN. we went trick-or-treating together, and of course you were dressed up as hannah montana. we left a fucking ten minute message on kyle's cellphone, talking about how i feel sorry for his new girlfriend. heeehe. we should have egged his house :D

SO, you're one of my best friends in the entire world. and im flippin glad i met you in grade one. i miss you like crazy, and love you to death.