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Want to post my feelings on Twitter or Facebook? Doesn't matter, my family is taking over EVERYTHING. And they comment on EVERYTHING ( Read more... ) -
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I might need you again soon. Xanga may not be needed anymore. I hope I'm wrong. I'm going to be a corny romantic and say love is supposed to fix things. Blah. -
Moving
Sooo, August 17th 2008 I moved in with Dan ( Read more... ) -
And it's been a while...
"How can she become the psychic that she longs to be...."
Can't sleep. -
No Sense
Written randomly a long time ago. My friend Deana was inspiration because she said she used to just sit down and stare at her wall, thinking for hours. Much different thoughts, but that's what popped in my head.
She could sit here all day. Thinking of everything. Thinking of nothing.
Why is the sky blue? Why is the grass green? Why are there so ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: It's Too Late to Apologize
Saying it doesn't mean anything. A person needs to mean it. I've met many who didn't, and never will. -
I Hath Survived!
Tuesday marked my last really marked date ( Read more... ) -
Phone
Since I've been using this to keep track of dates now, I've decided to be a real ass.
Today we had the longest phone conversation in all the time I've known him.
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A Song With No Words
“But the woman came to her then. The woman with hair of red like roses, hair of white like snowfall. She was young and old.”
The first time he saw her, would be much different from his last. Because he was the first to know, to listen, not to fear, to accept. He doesn’t know this yet, he doesn’t understand her, but he will.
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A Splite Up Story
So I've always been big on my book idea. Don't ask me why but I know I would've read the book of my year (God! YEAR!). I've decided if I ever did it would need to be in two different parts, for two different songs ( Read more... )