It appears this is the new place of my weekly update.
This can't be good.

I guess i'll get right down to business.
Silence better not be the response to this one.

I'm sick of the story. My heart literally falls to my stomach and
then proceeds to self-destruct like a ticking bomb when I think about it.
Which is all the time. It's like I'm about to ( Read more... )

Mirrors in the room go black and blue
On a Sunday morning in Saturday shoes
We don't choose who we love
We don't choose


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Spring break was wonderful ( Read more... )

Oddly enough, I update this more than the xanga these days. Ha ( Read more... )

My childhood:


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Photography is probably my most favorite class. Ever.

I found out what it's like to be a girl without memory by
meeting a boy who could very well have swept me off my feet if I jumped. 
But of course, I won't budge.  My feet are like roots in the soil where I was placed.
Deep, deep roots.  So I just wrote a song about the situation.
It's interesting.

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I did a few things that were really fucking stupid this weekend ( Read more... )

I find it very very easy to be true.

This weekend determinds a lot.
The parentals are taking a trip up to Georgia.
I'll be home all weekend. Well, my second home.

That ought to be nice.

I wonder what sort of things will happen in the near future.
If I just keep living, I suppose i'll find out. Like it or not.

I like pineapples out of a can. A lot.
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You said you weren't afraid to die ( Read more... )

I've never felt more secure.

"Remember how it was,
they said it wouldn't work,
you proved them wrong,
took on everyone"

He is my friend of all friends.
Because he is more than a friend.
He's a puzzle peice.
That is placed next to me.
Perfectly.


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