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| So I was on MySpace blogs. They're all hidden, and most of the blogs I wrote were about my ex.
Well today, I've deleted them; all the blogs about my ex.
Over dinner, I think I went insane for a good twenty minutes. I started laughing hysterically, thinking of what people, especially douche bags, put me through to get me here today. Then I've concluded that I'm not doing this whole love thing again, not for now at least. I'm putting my goals in life first. Love is not exactly the last one on my list, but it's not too far from it.
That doesn't necessarily mean I can't have fun ;D
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| i'm still tired
yet i try to sleep, and i can't because i'm wide awake.
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| i hate studying
i love procrastinating
i hate procrastinating with things that are due the next day
i love studying with things that are due the next day
someone help me -______-
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| He has so much hate in his heart, for no reason... and that's what upsets me the most about him. I wish we were all happy again. I don't remember the last time we all sat down together with the rest of the entire group to laugh and play card games gambling. I was young and rebellious back then, and now that I'm reminiscing, I wish I actually appreciated the good time everyone had. I wish I faked a smile and at least pretended that I was happy so everyone else around me was happy too.
Reminiscing brings forth regretting.
But still, I put that smile on my face. I'm looking forward to a brighter and better tomorrow. God has it all planned out for me, and I trust Him to make this group whole and happy again. I trust Him to make everything better (:
But I want you to know; your hatred brings tears to my eyes. Not that it would even matter to you, because all you'd probably say is, "Why are you crying? What, are you retarded?" I just want you to know, that every little thing you do, affects me in some way. If you love me that much, maybe you'd stop and think, relax and analyze yourself, and who you've become.
Lord, why is there so much hatred in his heart
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| It's a love-hate thing; things won't work out for us, I know that. But every time I think of that walk on Queens Blvd., that time you played your guitar for me, and those last tiny, yet meaningful kisses we shared on the corner of my block, I smile, and that's all I really need.
<3
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