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We're slaves to our emotions
I need you.
I always will. I don't know how to breathe correctly without you. I have to physically concentrate on existing if the notion even presents itself that you might be gone.
19.
Not a drastic change. We'll see how things go from here. This year is already tainted. 7 months of it will be dedicated to survival.
I hurt you. I'm sorry. I know ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Loved Ones Afar
yes.
too much.
especially since I met him just 5 days ago.
Please, God, let this one stay.
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Your blatant blasts at Christianity are really starting to sting.
Yanno, you're probably one of the most open minded people in the world and I adore you. But I would never shove my religion down your throat. So please, please, please, stop constantly attempting to obliterate Christianity's relevance. It's just really starting to irritate me ( Read more... ) -
I need to:
Pack for camp.
Clean my room.
Take a Shower.
Think about life.
Breathe.
In.
Out.
In...
Out...
Sleep...sleep...sleeeeeeep
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Your voice is everywhere...
Listen up, the sun hasn't set, I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling this.
Just hear me out, I'm not over you yet, there's love on the line, can you handle this?
Some people got to frolick in the rain. Others, like myself, searched frantically for parents and relatives, and waited out the storm in sheltered places.
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Writer's Block: Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep
I must always close the bathroom door. It's not even near my room, but it must be closed at night. -
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Come home, please. I need to gush to you!
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Testing the Strong Ones
I've never seen your heart this tired, I've never seen your spirit held down.
Guys, it shouldn't be this way. It shouldn't be a war, a battle for allegiance. I've made it into that many times. I'm going to write you all letters and make you all CDs with songs and pictures of us. I love you all and you all know that. Half of you won't read this. -
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I would like to just not be sick.
Please?
Lappy died. I want to cry. :(
I got home at 2:50 and slept till 7:50.
There's something wrong with me.
Actually I know exactly what's wrong and it doesn't bother me all too much. I'm just hungry like there is no tomorrow.
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R.I.P. Lappy
It died.
It's official.
Now I can't sit in my room looking at icanhascheezburger.com laughing my butt off in solitude.
*sigh*
I'm sick and I don't like it one bit.