The story of Wednessday evening.

[dragongirl69]

I sit in a cold metal chair next to the airconditioner vent which turns the chair into an icicle.  I'm the only one awake at this late hour and with being bored most of the day I hop online.  Nothing is new.  My hotmail account is overflowing with Bullshit that I can't relate to and no one is on to chat so I flip the pages to my live journal.

I do

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[eatmymeow]

I know lately i have been "all about me"

but if u need a friend to talk to...

im always here for u

and u know it....

I know that what u wrote was depressing

but i like the way u expressed it...

Be a writer...

[dragongirl69]

u know i get that a lot "be a writer" ...lol... thanx
yea i know you people are always there for me
thats y i write in here
cause when i need to talk to you i write it in here
so you can answere back.

I agree

[eatmymeow]

Be a writer

[eatmymeow]

It would be cool if u was a writer, cuz i wanna beone to! Even though i need a lil more helpin writin, cuz my poems suck!!!

Please...keep usin this, and hotmail, or whatever to write me!

I dont wanna lose my friends!