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i'm loudand awkward. &i love the way i fit so perfectly in his arms xx |
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| =] is it just me or is xanga dead? everyonee uses myspace now. speaking of which... i got a new pic up. you know you wana cmnt it! lol soo i'm going out with someone new noww. yeahh jon. he's a senior. [only two years older, don't flip lol.] he's major sweet and made me watch the matrix. i'm in over my head<3
first paper already in school. not fun. gotta start that tmrw, seeing as its due sorta soon. grrr report cards oughta be out soon too, right? mm aisg people probably already got them [but idk, you tell me] but we started a few weeks later.
mm that's about it i guess. til next time, lots of love x |
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It must have been because I broke the chain letter.
Maybe it was since you broke my heart. Or in the
end, I have to stop making excuses or looking for
flaws. I'll learn from my mistakes and become a
better person. Now you've seen another side of me,
now you'll believe me when I say I can be a b*tch.
As long as you don't love me any less, I'll keep on
wishing at 11.11pm. We'll move on from this until
its just another regret, and eventually we'll forget. I
am flaweddd. I am beautifully complicatedly flawed.
But I'm pretty sure it was the chain letter.
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| I'm so over him already!! hahaha
 
“here’s my philosophy on dating… it’s important
to have somebody that can make you laugh,
somebody you can trust, & somebody you know
really turns you on. but the most important thing
is that these 3 guys don’t know eachother”
boy in the last entry was the lovely simon. not the guy i liked.
 
mr. you-know-who-you-are-who-refuses-to-comment-but-reads-this-regardless: edit; i miss you more than ever. ich liebe dich, darling.
 
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
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