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[Aug. 27th, 2006|01:03 am] |
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Fuck I'm soooo drunk. |
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[Aug. 26th, 2006|02:34 pm] |
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Well one advantage of this house sitter is that shes very easy to lie to. I said I was sleeping at my friends and went to my boyfriends instead. Easy peasy. |
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[Aug. 25th, 2006|06:26 pm] |
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Ahh i have to resist the urge to write more! |
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| To burn or not to burn.. |
[Aug. 25th, 2006|12:45 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Home again | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | mumbling from upstairs | ] |
What to do with my old, hand-written-in journals?
Everyone says to keep them, that they'll bring back good memories.
But all I feel when I read them is humiliation, there's nothing worthwile in them. Just a silly kid falling in and out of like, constantly making an idiot out of myself, and careing about my social life.
What fun.
Lately I've been writing pretty dangerous stuff in them, because I assume I'll be putting them all through the paper shreder any time now.
I found this from a couple weeks ago:
"Sometimes we just need those days.
The ones where we lie in bed together all day, hugging and kissing and laughing and I-love-you's.
We need them to come back to ourselves again. To feel like theres still love and good in the world.
But mostly because it wouldn't be right if we were anywhere else but right here with eachother." |
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| Free |
[Aug. 25th, 2006|12:13 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Home | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  satisfied | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Silence | ] |
Hah I'm here
And
No one
can
find
me
You'd think the point of putting your deepest thoughts on the internet would be so people can read them.
But I am doing this because no one CAN read them.
Well of course you can, but you don't know me.
You can't hurt me by knowing what I'm thinking.
You don't know my name, where I live..
Who I am
Which is how I'm going to try and keep things. |
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