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she doesn't gitter like she use toi finally see you with clear eyes. you aren't dressed in my infatuation. you aren't looking down at me from your peddlestool. my friend had it right. you're a cancer patient at best ( Read more... )

i sit. i watch. i listen. i care.she's being pulled in so many directions, her identity so unsure. stop the time. try to listen a little harder for a sign, a cry, a call for help. but i'm just kept on her sidelines she's using all her best players first. i'm her back up plan. her go to girl when she has no other options left ( Read more... )

i want to die i am so exhausted. it sucks working at a job consisting of only you where you never get a break. but on the plus side i just stand around, play my cd's loud and try on hats ( Read more... )

maybe i'm just going through the first days of school depression. where you can't find your voice in a new place - everyone's a ghost; you see a face one day... make agonizing small talk in hopes that it will turn into good conversation the next day, only you'll never see that particular face again. not consecutively enough to get out of that ( Read more... )

i have two hands. two eyes. two ears. and two hearts.on my right i have her. a girl with a stare that goes right through. she has no purpose... no control. her life is full of mystery yet it's an open book for those who actually take the time to look. i listen... i stare... i understand even if it hurts. and so the day we met was the day our lives ( Read more... )

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today was my first day of university. i had four of my five classes, one of them our prof. didn't show up so we all just left ten minutes into the class. that was interesting. i smoked far too much in between classes ... i'm actually kind of scared for myself. campus is so big and i had to do a lot of unnecessary walking in the cold. it's like... ( Read more... )