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[__shok]

i hardly know anything about myself. i like it when goodfriends call me shan; but shannon works too i wish i could be more artistic; more creative. i am in my own right though, just always stuck on something. i like to be productive; i like it when i make beautiful things. i like cameras; capturing moments; showing people how i see someone,

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[anonymous]

shannon...why must things be the way they are? no one ever really knows...i know it sounds strange coming from me but, only god knows...you will find your self...you will know you you are...but remember no one knows you they really are...people change change constantly and no one can do anything about that..but i try my heart out for you...you will find your self...or make your self if you have to...i want you to be happy and yet i want to be happy with you..im at a loss of everything right now...im a lot of bad things i know it ..no one has to tell me...but i also know that...who ever you find your self to be.. i will be as constant as the north star.. i will always be here for you..i will always love you...this isnt anything special just something to take some weight off my shoulders andd maybe yours as well... iwant you to know that i want to see your smile its what i strive for..i want you to live a life with nothing but happiness..no pressure no sadness no regret..just plain and simple love...i want you to live a life that you've

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you were the hardest thing to find and the hardest thing to keepstephen i read this sometimes, when im lonely and my life gets offcourse. even though youre with carly now, and all of these words you have written me suddenly turn to lies, i read this. its from my best friend, when he was my bestfriend, before the lies and the hate. you hate me now. i read this and i think, he hates me now. for no reason, no real reason. just because you simply can. and i respect that i guess. i guess i just believe that you never cared about me, not really. and i think youre telling yourself that too? it helps doesnt it? it makes everything seem like a dream, a blissfully short dream. i like lying to myself, telling myself we never had something, we were never best friends, we never kissed, we never meant it. but i start to believe it sort of. i mean, i was your rebound from kaysen. carlys your rebound from me. you hate every girl you ever said you loved. and its not your love i want and i dont know if it ever was, i just wanted friendship. and even