With her feet in the sand and one hand on her swimsuit, she will recite the prayer of my pen.

[ziarre]

Something posessed me last night, I don't know what, but at about nine thirty, when the light was wonderfully dim and the air was cool and all the green things were growing unnoticed, I laced up my runners and went for a run. I never run...I'm a slow, contemplative, stop-and-smell-the-flowers sort of girl. I think maybe I something called me out

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[underdelusion]

"I'm a little bit in love ..., and just starting to taste the tang of freedom." - Metaphorically tangible. And that's just for starters.

Jeez, kid, you make me want to, well, BE HAPPY!
Thanks for the natural high, I stumbled upon your journal via the gibberish post, and, well, I guess now I'll leave you in your bliss.
Just wanted to offer my best wishes from afar and all the best to you in the future!

SUD

[sighs and recalls the joys of youth]

[ziarre]

Aww, thanks.