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Two months since I posted?! No way ( Read more... ) -
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HALLO ( Read more... ) -
I Can Control Myself
(Let's talk bluntly here. Most of this is about love; I just don't wanna admit it. So if you find me referring to some abstract emotion, love is probably what it is-- I just don't like saying the word. Or thinking it ( Read more... ) -
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Where have I been all November?
There's this guy I've gotten to know recently. He just makes me wanna do everything... be everything... be someone completely different. Not in a bad way. Just less... prudish.
So obviously, I'm not an idiot. Only idiots change who they are for a guy.
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I think I could cry right now - for reasons that run far deeper than love, loneliness, jealousy, and beauty.
I supposed I managed to stop caring so much when I was always around people who loved me, and let me know that they loved me.
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Writer's Block: This Gets My Vote
A YES for the leaked Michael Jackson song - Let Me Let Go. Pretty catchy.
Another YES for the Backstreet Boys as their latest studio effort has earned more of my respect than Britney's dismal one. Albeit being dismal, she's enjoyed moderate success nonetheless. What can you expect? It's Britney, bitch. -
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They finally hooked up. She got him now. I don't know how I feel about that.
Not just the fact that they're together... the fact that his ex knows and would like nothing more than to demolish her. That would suck.
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Other him, who I decided two weeks ago that I would stop thinking of and talking to (but he can talk to me if he wants), won't stop ( Read more... ) -
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6 weeks, no posts ( Read more... ) -
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I am seriously lacking motivation when it comes to my health ( Read more... ) -
eff this?
Yet another night wasted.
I find it funny how she's afraid of being though of as cheap.
There's a difference between being cheap and DESPERATE.
I am not happy.
Seventeen days til freedom.
...oh God.
Seventeen days to transform. What the hell... where did the time go?