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Next to the night that we went to the Gates of Hell, last night was the best night of my life. I laughed until I cried. And, had some of the most interesting conversation that I've had in a while. I stayed up late and got up early. And, today wasn't such a bad day. Work went by quickly. Then 1:30 rolled around. My boy was arrested. For stupid shit ( Read more... ) -
Love and Death.
I don't think you're really comprehending why I said I can't hang out with you anymore. I don't think you really understand. I can't do this to myself. I've done it before and I promised myself it would never happen again. Guess what? I'm letting it happen.
Standing in that cemetary tonight, you asked me what I was thinking.
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I don't know what to say.
I like him. I like him alot. And, I know, I know, I go through boys like normal peopl go through undies and socks. But, I can't help it. I just hate the fact that I keep liking these ones that are way out of my league. Ones that I can't have. It gets so damn irritating after a while. I just...guh. I want this boy. I've got it BAD for him. Fix it. ( Read more... ) -
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This would regularly be me saying, "Hey. I'm off to bed." But, a couple of hours ago, I took three Excedrin Migraine. Needless to say, I can't sleep. So, I'll talk. And continue to talk ( Read more... ) -
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*new boy*
*GORGEOUS boy*
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Cuz' it's more than a feeling.
I'm glad that I stopped talking to him. And, I'm sure that in a few months, I'll regret saying that. But, my life is so much simpler without him in it ( Read more... ) -
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I wonder why he treats me so good. Why he actually cares. I wonder why he has me call him every night to make sure that I get here safely. I wonder why he doesn't yell and hit and pinch. I wonder why he doesn't make me feel stupid. I wonder why he hasn't tried to get in my pants yet. I wonder why he lets me be me. This is't at all what I'm used to ( Read more... ) -
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Myspace is stupid. It's acting stupid. And, because it's acting stupid...I'm getting pissed off. I absolutley HATE being addicted to something as dumb as a website. But, hey...you can't help what you love...
I love you, MySpace.
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Today was strange. I cried for no reason at all. I kinda found a boy. Actually, he's a previous boy, but we're trying it again. (Calm down. Not Chris or Eric. < -
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I'm cold, tired, and pissed off. Going to bed.