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The truth is, you're an asshole.* * *The question of You & MeCan be answered just by ProximityYou'll seeI can make you fall in love with me.* * *Some days are harder than the rest.What a nightmare.* * *I whispered secrets in your earOnly to watch you disappearOnce you were the sun and moonNow both have set before noonNever forget who wasn't thereNever forget who didn't care* * *Naive Orleans -

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That might be true today... but tomorrow is a different day.* * *Promises, PromisesYou promised me all the time in the worldWe didn't have to do it all todayThere was tomorrowAnd the day after tomorrowI should relaxWe have all the time in the worldYou promised me you'd grow up for meSo that someday we could get marriedHave kids and a house with a libraryWe'd be together till our hair turned grayI

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I wish you didn't look so good to me right now.I'm better than I have been for weeks but a sad hollowness has set in.What am I going to do?I wonder if you meant to do it.Of course not. It had to be an accident.It was such a challenge fighting the urge not to respond.My heart aches for any semblance of your presence.I have never cried for any one boy so much. My tears could fill oceans. Tears that

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I've always loved scrapbooks. They're like photo albums crossed with diaries mixed in with a knick-knack box. They tell a story like nothing else.It's fascinating when you look back at the things you've collected over the years and you decide to put them all together. You think about chronology and patterns... how they fit together... how they make sense... how exactly they influenced you and

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I haven't been here since forever.What do I do now?Please don't tell me it's over.Whore. Prostitute. Slut. LOSER.What is she doing?How was I ever stupid enough to believe that this time would be different?They never care as much as they're supposed to - as much as you.Do I matter at all?Please don't make me regret giving you everything.It's like my time isn't running out.I only want to spend my

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I miss...There's no way around it.I wish you wouldn't take it out on me.It's hard enough as it is.Why must you chase down something that you only wish to set free?You cannot change that which is set into stone.Take it or leave it.The last thing you thought you'd find at the end of this road seems to be what you now reap.Perhaps you should leave.What is left for you here?Things go so vastly out of

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It's really easy to be rude when you have the option of anonymity.I am astounded at your maturity level.People and their hypocrisy. It's almost amusing.Of course you all must be holier than thou.Is there even a decision to make?Just say it! Then it can all be over. We can move on and forget this shit ever happened.That's what you really want right?Otherwise it wouldn't be so easy to forget.You

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Let's just get one thing straight - if I wanted THAT... I probably would have it by now... one way or another. But I don't - so fucking keep it.This is why I hate girls sometimes.You know what SUCKS about all this? NOW I DON'T HAVE ANYONE TO BOTHER!Bother.Ugh.You're supposed to sleep early now, remember?Why do you insist on propagating such stupidity?When will you grow up? Can you just talk to me

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CurseIt goes round and roundFly by day, die by nightLeaving wilted petals at her feet.Up and down, in and outBlink and it has goneIts scent still lingering on her skin.It comes in sweet disguisesAs it steals away the sunShe is alone, shivering and bitterly undone.It’s the same place everydayAs misery is awayAnd all she she wants to say is, ‘stay’.Stay.* * *You will always come back to this. Don't

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"Maybe finding all the things it took to save usI could fix the pain that bleeds inside of meLook in your eyes to see something about meI'm standing on the edge and I don't know what else to give.""Do you know what it feels likeloving someonethat's in a rush to throw you away?"I am so majorly screwed.I should've listened to my mother.They think if they know you well enough, they can bend you to

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tell meexcuses just another way to liejust another way to diedon't make a fool out of mebecause when i turn the tables on youyou won't know what to doyou don't seeyou take it all for grantedyou take all the advantagesavagewhen it is all lostyou will discover the costtell me what they sayabout the one that got awayregretbecause you didn't do what you were supposed toit really isn't that hardto say

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Somebody To Love - Leighton Meester Feat. Robin ThickeParis France to MichiganLondon town and through BerlinI can’t believe this place I’m inEverywhere and back againPorcelain and China DollsGive me one and I’ve seen them allGot my back against the wallWonder where I’ll be tomorrow?But wait, now how long could this take?It’s hard to find a man,When you’re gone before he wakes.They say it’s hard

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You are such a loser. This is so stupid it's not even funny anymore.Enough. That answers your question. It's meaningless. This is not your game anymore, right? So drop it already.MOTHER. FUCK. x 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000PUTA!!!!FML. TANGINA.I cuss way too much now. HAHAHAHA!!I don't get it. By all merits, your life is probably more interesting than mine right now. That being

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We are fallen divinityWith eyes of fading lightOur skin bears The MarkThat seeps right to the blood.The hunting horn blows againAnd the bloodhounds respondAnd so it goesOn and onAnd on again still.All our childlike hope spentOn locked gates and shut doorsWe are on a precipiceCrying for escapeAnd promises that speakOf ire and desireOf life and of strife.We jump, we fly, we soardown a path of ends

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"I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands and wrote my will across the sky in stars."—T. E. LawrenceI thought I'd be over it by now but no... working with you still makes me want to BREAK something.I can't wait for this year to be over - for all this ridiculousness to just STOP. I can hardly stand it. I can barely breathe. I am so sick of it.We always want what we can't have.I

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Karma is a bitch - I did tell you.There are just so many cliches and stereotypes in this relationship. I am laughing out loud.Behave.I'm worried. REALLY worried.So what was THAT like for you?Nice hair. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!Among many OTHER things. LOSER.Can we just forget about that?I really, REALLY don't want to do this right now.There are more important things. If I get into trouble for doing this, I

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wants so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words.never, in all my years have i seen my home like this. it's insane.first real flood experience. omg.thank god for my bestfriend. THANK. GOD.i stared at our main street in disbelief as the waters ran past waist-deep. and i sat on the steps of a bank truly knowing the meaning of being so near yet so far.the first step is always the

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I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I LIKE YOU I

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AbandonYou have been bled.Only a drop remains.You have provenA man can live on water.He may cover his earsAnd he may shut his eyes.She may not comprehendAnd she may not believe.But who are theyFor them to say,'Change - Rearrange and exchange'?Be not afraid to fallFor how else can you FLY?* * *"Man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upward." —Job 5:7such a high. there's just so much to explore.

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Bootie Call - All SaintsBring it on, bring it, bring it on nowBring it on, bring it, bring it on nowBring it on, bring it, bring it on nowBring it on, bring it, bring it on nowBring it on, bring it, bring it on nowBring it on, bring it, bring it on nowBring it on, bring it, bring it on nowBring it on, bring it, bring it on nowNever stop giving good loveCos that's why I call you for(yo, whats up,

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when we all turn to dustand give in to the ground's lustwill they sacrifice,roll the dice,seek out the liessaid when somebody dies?we all fall downand we all drown -can't you seethat they won't let us be?why don't you tryand justify it all in one sigh?* * *who are you to tell meto changeto rearrangeand exchange?* * *two has never been a more uncertain numbermeant to be one?meant to be none?take

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i'm bored.there's like... nothing.can't look forward to ANYTHING.what the HELL???cripes.I AM A PART OF THE RHYTHM NATION.clever.you think you've tamed this one? that's... HAHAHAHAHA... hm. okay i won't say it coz that would be too easy.why are people so stupid?you REALLY thought i wouldn't catch you?wonders of technology, baby.you're still interested. just admit it.you can run and you can hide

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BULL!you're COMPLICATED?I'M complicated.whatevs, man.this is so not turning out to be my year. wtf hahaha when has it ever been, though?i never thought i'd be one to settle.i'm just so sick of this.i need a break. even if it isn't right to think of it as that.i can't deal with much more of it. i'm up to my effin ears.i get it.it's in the air? can't smell it.maybe it's in the water where i live.

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stop trying to deny it.i caught you - right there at the bottom of my screen.don't try to pretend like you don't miss me.i don't GET you. really.STEP UP!i don't like to wait.it's killing me.i want to ask but i know it wouldn't be... prudent.i miss... someone.everything i should leave alone but can't.drives me insane.still see trails left behind.LET GO!"Shock me like an electric feel."can't delete

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admit it. it was never the braces. or the glasses. or the scent. or even the dresses.it was always just me.it was the hunger and the desire. the helplessness and the vulnerability. the corruption and the twistedness. the tears and the fears.all in me.things you could never feel.whatever i want...that was always it, wasn't it?i had never thought of it like that before.it's so simple.would i be

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and this, Issa, is why you should NEVER mix business with pleasure.fine. if you want to blow it - FINE.i just want to know what the hell you're playing at. I DON'T GET IT. i mean, what is the POINT???i'm here. just HERE.i wonder if it's true... what they say...it's just not LIKE THAT. i don't know if it ever will be, okay? so i kept it. so what? you wanna remember sometimes.sometimes.FINE - BE

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i miss those days when you would pretend and i would believe.i know i don't understand anything but... that's not what i need now anyway. i'm leaving - plain and simple!how naive i was.we are, in every way, different.most of it... only really made sense because i convinced myself that it did.i just wanted it so badly.if i could do it all over again...i wouldn't be such a footnote.they even LOOK

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Everything is fleeting... and all will be gone in a second.There is barely anything left of us.I weep for the memory of what we used to be.I weep for the thought of what we are.I weep for the vision of what we could have been.I guess that's always how it is once the end has come.I wonder if you'll miss me.I wonder if you'll remember to say goodbye.Will you just move on and forget me?Did I matter

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This folks, was posted on the bathroom door of one of the stalls in our international airport. THE GRAMMAR IN THIS COUNTRY SOMETIMES!! SERIOUSLY????EPIC FAIL!!!!!!! IN ALL COUNTS! Even what it says REGARDLESS of grammar - SERIOUSLY???(I took the liberty of using Paint to correct this great error - I COULDN'T TAKE IT!!)* * *Maybe I stay up till this time because this is the only time I can really

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oh, sibling love.bro: *kicks me in the ass*me: OHO! i am gonna get you for that... JUST YOU WAIT!bro: well i can get you again... IN YOUR SLEEP!!me: i can get you in YOUR sleep!bro: you sleep later than me and i wake up at around 6 so i have more time.me: well, i sleep later than you so i have time too!bro: but i can lock my door! and YOU have to sleep SOME time - and when you do - I'LL SLAP YOU!

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i want to rewind time.i want to go back to when it wasn't just all me.When I came to visit you,That's when I knewthat I could never have you,I knew that before you did,Still I'm the one who's stupidAnd there's this burning,like there's always been,Ive never been so alone,and Ive never been so alive...I hope you take a piece of me with you,And there's things I'd like to dothat you don't believe in

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i didn't even realize... but this blog of mine has passed 10,000 hits. cool.* * *DesireI wan to runand only seethe beginning of infinity.I want to leapand only thinkof flight and of light.I want to fall and only feelthe breeze and the ease.I want to screamand only hearalways in all ways.And I want to diehaving tastedall sweetness and all sacredness.For I would be reborninhaling a scent that

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"They who have been young once say that only youth can make youth forget itself; that life is a river bed; the water passes over it, sometimes it encounters obstacles and cannot go on, sometimes it flows unencumbered with a song in every bubble and ripple, but always it goes forward. When its way is obstructed it burrows deeply or swerves aside and leaves its impression, and whether the impress

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Counting To InfinityOneNaive and rebelliousEnchanted by the first taste of freedomOn the 9th of 16Always in my heartTwoDesperate and impatientMisled by idiotic immaturityAnd a blind desire to belongNever againThreePure and trueBetrayed by a fairytaleWith no happy endingA million tears for a million questions whyFourStupid and impulsiveBecause it all seemed likeA good idea at the timeJust

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Because - The BeatlesAaaaaahhhhhh...Because the world is round it turns me onBecause the world is round...aaaaaahhhhhhBecause the wind is high it blows my mindBecause the wind is high...aaaaaaaahhhhLove is all, love is newLove is all, love is youBecause the sky is blue, it makes me cryBecause the sky is blue...Aaaaaahhhhhh...* * *on the brinkof total annihilationtrapped inside a house with round

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there's no going back now. the countdown has begun.i'm not letting go. make me if that's what you want.what is it about "ABSOLUTELY" that you don't understand?there's nothing more to say that you don't already know.i can't be the only one trying.this is... preposterous, isn't it?i'm going crazy.this is how it always starts.it's just never enough, is it?defective.it's all my fault.save

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crisis. strange. new. scary. hyperdrive. awkward. beautiful. sweet. frustration. idiot. gah.it doesn't seem... real.put in reverse.and i can see through the cracks.maybe i was wrong.only the now feels right.i'm sorry that i can't be all there.i have issues, constructs, ideologies and limits.i can't, for my sanity... i just can't.i don't ask for a lot so allow me this.* * *Try - Nelly FurtadoAll I

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favorite song time. heehee.Sophia - Nerina Pallot5 o' clock and a fire escape symphony,Spilling out across the road and the square,And the sky's the same as your own, do you think of me?Do the parks, and trees, and the leaves, reach you, there?After the rain, in the lonely hours he haunts me, calling out,Again and again.Sophia, Sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning.It's a fire, it's a fire, I cannot

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i really am cursed.i KNEW something like this was gonna happen. i just knew it. it was too good to be true. way too good.people ALWAYS leave.i feel like i've been punched in the solar plexus.it's not fair to me, you know.it's scary.you don't even care.of course you're oblivious.you're better at this than me.stupid, stupid.nothing else cuts it now. NOTHING.don't you see? I DON'T WANT ANYTHING

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I Want to Hold Your Hand - The BeatlesOh yeah, I´ll tell you somethingI think you´ll understandWhen I say that somethingI wanna hold your handI wanna hold your handI wanna hold your handOh, please, say to meYou´ll let me be your manand please, say to meYou´ll let me hold your handNow let me hold your handI wanna hold your handAnd when I touch you i feel happy, insideIt´s such a feelingThat my

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acting like it's a gamekeeping scores and batting averagesanalyzing wins and lossesassessing the competitionbut never really understandingwhy i play at all.part compulsionpart aversioneverything's on repeatand loop-the-loop.be careful what you wish for.why did you have to RUIN it?who makes these STUPID rules anyway???why can't it be as easy as they seem to think it is?i wish i could feel as good

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my head is thumping against my skull.holy.i can't believe it.crap.i needed this to be it.just wasn't.still can't be unseated.i feel so foolish.why does it have to be now?disappointed.why don't i have a choice on this?who do you think you are?you assume too much.kung ayaw mo, HUWAG MO!if you only knew.ENOUGH EXCUSES.i don't FUCKING need this. coz i can take my pick if i so wanted. believe me.not

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Keeps Getting Better - Christina AguileraStep back gonna come at ya fastI'm driving out of controlAnd getting ready to crashWon't stop shaking up what I canI serve it up in a shotSo suck it down like a manSo baby yes I know what I amAnd no I don't give a damnAnd you'll be loving itSome days I'm a super bitchUp to my old tricksBut it won't last foreverNext day I'm your super girlOut to save the

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did i just shoot myself on the foot again?it feels strangely like betrayal.which is crazy, right? i mean, at the risk of sounding redundant... there is no such thing as this imaginary stake.oh god.i'll make you wish there were 48 hours in each day.you keep disappointing me.starting to feel like old times.i want proof.be serious.i've been hurt too many times.i've waited and waited.get it together.

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oh my god she is so annoying.nobody tells me what to do OR be. NOBODY."birds of the same feather... have the same mother."what are you doing?are you that desperate?you're just going to get disappointed. because you're building this is up to proportions unattainable.you're imagining things that aren't there.you need them to be there.in the search for something real, something tangible.you're going

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oh the LINES. grabe. let's all give them a round of applause, shall we?guy 1: hi, i'm _____.me: hi, i'm issa.guy 1: so what school are you from?me: UST.guy 1: what's your course?me: nursing.guy 1: so it's true!me: what's true?guy 1: the nurses in UST are really pretty.KAPOW! hahahahahahahahahahahaaa!!guy 2: you have really charming eyes.yun YON eh.guy 3: would you take me on as your apprentice?

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"damn, you are so pretty."*kilig*epic fail.this confirms it.what is wrong with me? SERIOUSLY??all i could do was compare and nitpick.i wanted fire and all i could taste was ash.it was never really real to me.i wanted the trophy. i wanted to show off. but it doesn't MATTER. because it doesn't make me happy. and i'm not going to be fooling anyone. and it's not like they're going to care.there's

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My band, ERUEN has been nominated for this year's NU107.5 Rock Awards for Best College Band!I know.Whut???I can't believe it either. I mean, it's not like we have regular gigs or have a "fanbase" outside aMp and AA people who still remember us back in highschool.But well, there you go.So, if you love us or me, or even if you don't... if we were once friends or even if you just know me in passing.

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it's my birthday.you know what i want.it's the only thing i ever asked of you.i really don't like you.it makes me happy to know that you're not.i don't understandthis broken mirrorwhich side is solid?which side is light and air?THIS is all i have. leaning towards go.maybe i need a change.a bigger one.i'm tired of this.you're really stupid.out of it.you know what, i can't be mad.this is what i

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"i wake up in the morning,put on my face---the one that's gonna get methrough another day.doesn't really matterhow i feel inside---this life is like a game sometimes."it annoys me that you don't show up.ripples to remind me that the rock is still skipping.brandishing your independent fancies.makes me wonder.it's good for the soul.i know it's really lame but JOE JONAS IS KINDA HOT!

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it's all going to shit.maybe i'm not built for this.don't leave me alone. please.help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.help me. help me. help me. help me. help me.help me.

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"you can't have EVERYTHING. where would you put it all?"---joanne c.with all my love, i'd slip you a concentrated dose of warfarin.six points HAHAHAHAHAHA!!i'll keep myself busy until this hiatus ends.practice makes perfect. LOL!a healthy dose of bitch does a WORLD of good.I LOVE IT!i want to go back to highschool.i don't want to grow up.i always thought i never had enough time.goodjob, issa,

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how can it not be bothersome?are these bonds so meaningless that you sever them so readily?above average at the very least, fortunate at best.i could never understand the draw.what is so alluring amusing?you always had a choice.i'm way past that.let's not and say we did.strange that i don't want to sift through those.it's not fair. this is my thing.so easily distracted.say something new.it

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that's the only part where i feel i belong.we shall shut our eyes and let passion from lives once lived take control.i forgot you were even there.i've been praying for the same thing for almost a decade. maybe no one is listening.until i stop looking over my shoulder every time i pass that gate, it will never be over.did i really care that much? i still use the possessive case.was it the hardest

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I watched P.J. Hogan's Peter Pan for about the millionth time tonight. It really has to be one of the most underrated films of our time.I read J.M. Barrie's novel and I thought its screen adaptation was faithful to its childlike innocence but at the same time it wasn't afraid to delve into more adult themes.Peter Pan is ever so much more than just a children's story, after all. That's why it's an

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"maybe... it wasn't even friendship.maybe it was something less.""according to some law of attraction, you get what you subconsciously think you deserve."then i must not think i deserve much.i contradict myself every thirty seconds.are we waiting for each other?or is it only because of desperation and unfinished business?it's all relative.in my opinion, you're doing nothing wrong. you have all

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what's the point then?one last kindness.i wonder...there's so much of it now that it's driving me insane.well, at least there's sleep.lies, all of it.you turn them loose with gritted teeth.does it make you feel better?pulling inward, sucked in by the vacuum that just keeps growing in its greed.grasping at straws, trying to find that ever-elusive needle that was never there in the first

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i shouldn't be feeling this way.people always leave.i wish i didn't have to be so complicated.i wish i didn't have to feel things differently. i wish i didn't have to think so much.is it so hard to tell the truth? TALK, DAMN IT!how can i be? haven't i left you alone? that's really unfair.which one is for me?i feel sick. how can i believe? when everyday i find a new reason not to.the old

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Harlem - Langston HughesWhat happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry uplike a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore -And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over -like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load. Or does it explode? * * *i must be cursed or something.it's like trying to cup water in the palms of my hands.it was always going to come to this. maybe

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Sometimes my own silence turns on meand I can't hidefrom the parts of me I thought had died.And I can't help but seethat all I was has corroded,and all I am is corrupted,and all I will be is convoluted.Maybe I lost hopelike I lost my faithin so many good thingsI held onto long ago.I followed all the rulesand they followed none---and still He loved them more.If no one's playing fairthen why the

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seriously. you don't have to speak to me.you don't have to go through all this trouble.you don't have to take all these detours.let's just get to the point.i'm all business, baby.i'm covered, okay?so let's get a few things straight...i don't CARE about the details.i care about here and i care about now.---that's all.sure there are a few things i want to know but i'm only asking for the basics.i

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consistently inconsistent.are you proud of yourself?is it possible that i'm even worse off now than when i started?am i losing myself or finding myself?"we're going nowhere."WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE??maybe i'll never figure it out.and that just KILLS me.it's all in what you DON'T say or do.maybe it's me who isn't strong enough.i've been twittering and fluttering around so desperately.but maybe i've

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how could you do that to me?how could you think that---after all that i've told you?you've ruined it all.it will never be the same.and you didn't even apologize.did you have an agenda the whole time?we are friends.we will always be friends.didn't you see the beauty in that? * * *i'm slipping... tumbling... into endless night.and i've crippled my own wings.because i don't want to be saved.don't

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oh so THAT'S why.weaving in and out.what do i really want?clipped sentences.what do i really want to say?pressure.sorry.amateur here.so teach me.i don't like not being good at something.i want to finish the job.* * *Lose Control - EvanescenceYou don't remember my name.I don't really care.Can we play the game your way?Can I really lose control?Just once in my life,I think it'd be nice,Just to lose

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i just had to share these quotes:"What madness is the human heart, that it can fall in love with a dream?"---Celine E."How do you gain access to suman?"---Peter V."You WANT a laptop? You have to do something a little more amazing than eating a lot of chocolate for me to give you a laptop! If you could twist your head 360 degrees, I'd give you a laptop. You could twist your head even 180 degrees,

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i've been out of it for quite some time. but i finally know what's wrong with me.i think i lack passion in my life. this is a bit funny because by nature... that's probably one of my more striking personality traits. logical as i am, i fly into passion almost too readily. so what am i talking about?(hahaha for once i'm actually explaining.) it's just that i have nothing much to be passionate

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i'm just addicted.you know that right?it's not enough.it will never be enough.it's not going to make me HAPPY.i mean, of course it could... given the right circumstances.but it's a long shot. looked like you. and i followed in a daze,thinking of things i shouldn't be thinking of anymore---feeling like i should crybut i just couldn't.not anymore.not ever.and i was just sorry. you can tell yourself

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i hate tomorrowdon't flatter yourselfi know what this isdo you?i can read the signsi'm not stupidyou just do your partand i'll do mineone was sillyone was a mistakeone was ill-fatedone was just wrongoh joy.at the rate i'm going, i've never going to get anywhere.everyone around me thinks that i'm going crazy.and who am i to demand such a thing?it means everything and nothing.i must be retarded.i'm

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there's nothing i hate more than dishonesty.there's nothing i hate more than the inability to just come out and say what you mean, what you think, what you feel---THE TRUTH.i've played this game before.i don't need this dissension from a fucking TOY.it's supposed to entertain ME.why won't it work?i should just throw it against the wall.but i'm just so damn BORED.what will i play with if i got rid

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my track record is really going to the dogs.is this where i am again?damn. i hate this place.are you bored? coz i am.stop resisting. just think about it for a while. it does have potential.i know i'm watercolor. i don't have to be.it's already dead anyway.evil.amazingly zen.mind over matter.not strong enough.it's only a matter of time.

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God - Nerina PallotGod is good, I never understoodAll the darkness in his soul.And God made man, the only way he can,But for a heart he left a hole...And it's killing youAnd it's killing me tooAre we failing the truth?I'm betting on desire, I'm betting on deceitI'm betting on a moment when everything is sweetI'm betting on disaster in every living hour.Would you burn your fingers if you touched

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i think this may just be the beginning.but from which end?can't seem to get a proper foothold.i wasn't just SOME girl.i was THE girl.and i still am.if you don't want it, somebody sure as hell will.kung ayaw mo---huwag mo!you underestimate me.what this game needs is more players.on my side though, of course.sometimes i want to think.sometimes i want to ask.but then i remember that those are

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Off the Edge of ReasonIn a corner of darkness,hidden high atop the spiresof a bleach-white castle...shadows play with fire.As the sun shinesAs the rain fallsthrough the night sky...contact flames skip in the mist,wrapped in a feverof fleeting insatiability,celebrating a condemnation to hell.It's a playground of Perception---slave-driver of desperate formstrapped in a chamberof crumbling wallsand

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sets me on fireand i'm going to hellgladlywillinglyjust try and stop mescrew it alli'm donei think too muchi'm taking thisi'm taking it alli deserve itdon't worryin the endi won't be cryingnot this time

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i guess i really didn't mean what i said two and a half months ago.it just makes me laugh at how naive i was---not that i'm so much less naive now but... i've lost a sizable amount of it.oh if you only knew how easy it was for me to pick myself up. i didn't even break a sweat.you snooze, you lose, baby.* * *only making it harder.IDIOT!!!!!you don't want to care about what happens? hahahahahaaa!!

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it's just one of those days that you go through with this puzzled sort of expression plastered across your face, almost as if the sun was perpetually flashing straight at it---the squinted eyes, the knitted eyebrows, the scrunched up nose, and the sour sort of grimace on your lips. but most of all it's that huge ass question mark dancing around in your brain, bumping off all other thought into

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i hope my sophomore-year curse really stays a sophomore-year curse. this is a new year---my JUNIOR year. and i sincerely hope that despite all the talk that this is supposed to be one of the most difficult academic years of my natural life... that it might bring good in OTHER parts of my existence.i'm in a good place right now.i mean, sure, i still wish IMMENSE BODILY PAIN on a certain someone

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Issa: i don't like turtles. or frogs.Issa: for some reasonRyan: frogs are DISGUSTINGRyan: and turtles rock socks manRyan: your just jealous coz you dont have a shellRyan: you foolIssa: HAHAHAHA maybeRyan: man i know youRyan: ive got you pinnedRyan: im like... in your head* * *okay, issa. that's enough. seriously.this is too much, too fast.we get it, okay? you feel bad. fine.but this has to

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i still have no idea why people enjoy doing this. i didn't really get a lot of sleep, my stomach feels like its housing a live snake, there's a dull tapping sensation on my forehead and i can't stop burping.but for the first time in a long time... i'm awake and ALIVE.i can't stop laughing.this is the beginning.i can't believe i felt so bad about this. it was never worth it. i regret EVERYTHING. i

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i'm coming home, bitches.get ready.* * *The Devil in Me - Kate VoegeleFar in the distanceThis is the view from the other sideHow did I let this pass me by?Took me for grantedPlanted thorns in this garden of mineWhat are the chances?My hope has diedPlease have mercyYou've unnerved meI don't deserve this pain[Chorus]So don't break my heart,I ain't never done nothing to deserve thisI'm torn

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there really isn't much to say anymore these days.other than indulging in materialistic whims and escaping into literary and sleep-induced fantasy... there's not much of anything.i could mope around some more like i've been doing for the past how many entries here but i've decided that it's all counter-productive and ultimately futile.if this is it, then this is it. i'm going to dust myself off

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i want to call 1 up so she can come over. maybe we'd drive off and watch a movie. maybe we'd just stay home and talk. she'd make me laugh at her quirky way of looking at everyday life. we'd make mean jokes about poser girl. she would burst out in indignation at the causes of my troubles and make bloody threats. i'd laugh and tell her she was crazy but i'd feel so much better. and if i felt bad

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was it that simple?idiot.there's always a catch.always.it gets easier everyday.still so afraid.do i have to do everything?not a word.what am i so pissed off about really? i mean, i did know there was a possibility of this occurring. but then again... i didn't think i really stood a chance of losing.i've been too brainwashed.what am i going to do?the question that knows no end.sickening reminders

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i should've saved one for a rainy day.like clockwork.don't really have to go through all that trouble.i think i pretty much get it. like i always do.it's just hard wrapping my mind around it.fighting against nature.keeping me down.fooling myself.imagination aside, there's nothing really there.i should stop forcing it.but i don't know how else to be.anything is better than reality.anything.this

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so stupid. cannot even believe.it's really simple.why?results may not be the same but... i have to move this along somehow.unreadable.dangerous.WHY???can't fight.can't do what's right.can't be honest.can't see what's best.can't be there.can't be here.be afraid.no more.after all that. really now. should've saved me the trouble. wouldn't have lost so much.cop out.GAH!transfer

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this is getting ridiculous.must be genetic.wasted too much thought on this.hassled for no good reason.enough is enough.ENOUGH!!i've done all i can even though i know i didn't do anything wrong. if i did, please, ENLIGHTEN ME. at least then i'll know what the hell is going on around here.whatever.next.CAST MEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!still a veritable desert.when i get home, i have a new mission. WAHAHA!

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childish.seriously. come on.i don't need to remember that.dreams offer no respite.trying to understand.afraid to show myself.might disappear.say something anyway.a surprise.a welcome diversion.lost my nerve.obsessive compulsive freak of nature.experiment on-going.all evidence points to...vomit.disappointment.waste.hate this.

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okay. i feel incomparably stupid right now.maybe this whole isolation in a place halfway across the world from my home is addling my brains.nehhh.i was a little above my normal threshold for paranoia even before i left.THIS is why i can never watch horror flicks. my imagination is like way too powerful for its own good.just last night my brother and i watched Perfume: The Story of a Murderer and

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"Yes," she said, hugging her knees, "That will be a good place to pretend about. I am a prisoner in the Bastille. I have been here for years and years---and years; and everybody has forgotten about me."-A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett* * *there could be a perfectly good reason behind it.trying to mimic a voice i've been missing.is it working?i don't know.staying awake looking at the

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sometimes you say stupid things because at the moment you say them... they don't seem so stupid.i guess i meant those words in SOME way. but not in the way that they most obviously implied.do i want to take them back? sometimes.i'm not a fan of saying things that you don't really mean.but i just wanted to shock or wake someone up. make them pay ATTENTION.because see, now it's too late. it's

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miss this.it's all so different and yet the same.there's nothing like curling up next to a bestfriend. you always feel like you've come home at last and that everything is going to turn out all right.chickflicks and junkfood.late night girl talks.problems a million miles away.laughter and blankets.puppies and open hearts.thank GOD for this. this is what we stay awake for---what we stay ALIVE

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Summer is here. I feel its heat on my back and the taste of it grows sweeter as each minute brings me closer to tomorrow.It shall all be over tomorrow---at least for now.Already the thought is dragging me into complacency. I cannot help it.Escape is at hand. I crave it and despise it all at the same time. There is so much to run away from.And yet... Oh, nevermind.It might be best to leave those

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"who is that?""the enemy."dug a space for you to sit in the center.you got up and stormed off.and i waited for you to return.but sooner turned into later.and as never again looms over me,i look at that emptiness.it's quite small, really---wouldn't notice it in this crowd.but it is hollow now.and the pain from its absence is something i could have never imagined.and i don't deserve it.and i don't

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"You've got everybody fooled."Everyone applauds you,venerates you,falls at your feet---unaware that their idol is a farce...a mere confection ofpaint and plastertrim and tasselsatin and shade.Poor Pinocchio. You weren't born a real boy. With wooden parts and a wooden heart, you only have your lies to evidence your furtherance and you own nothing but shadow and shattered glass.I almost feel sorry

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you really have some gall.who do you think you are? you think you're BETTER than me?let me tell you, you can't even hope to be an IOTA as good me.what mirror are you looking at, my dear?because you fail to see that you're the villain in this story.you obviously don't give a rat's ass about me so let's skip that, shall we?did you even stop to think that maybe he was happy? do you even CARE if he's

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i guess i just realized a few things.in their eyes i've never really moved on from the past. i've tried to laugh it off all these years but i think... in some way they're right.there will always be a part of me that just belongs there. call it privilege of firsts.maybe one day i'll say all this out loud. and maybe one day i'll have my romantic comedy ending.that should be interesting.that should

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uh-oh. we're in trouble.can't hide behind vague allusions anymore.afraid? hell yeah.the clock is ticking. am i relieved?guilty wishes.superficial beeyotch.can't think straight.procrastination amplified.driven to dishonesty.i don't want to hide but i don't think i have a choice.so weird.to think i defended you.no more.trying to find a foothold.is this the opportunity i've been waiting for?i'm more

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pushed me into a rollercoaster.can't sleep.head buzzing with all these thoughts.heart thumping wildly in my chest.don't know what to do.STOP PLAYING THESE GAMES!!throwing me into turmoil.maybe i should stop assuming.i just can't help myself.if i'm wrong, i don't know what i'm going to do.i've already shot my foot twice. or more.it's amazing how overconfident i've become.what do you want?why are

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i know i'm pissed off and hurt for no good reason at all. i know none of it could've been helped really---that it all was lost in translation---that i was stupid about all this.see... THIS is why i am so emotionally guarded.you might think i'm not. i deceive a lot of people.you might think i've let you in. but you're probably wrong.and this is why i'm so beside myself right now---because i let

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de·spair /dɪˈspɛər/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[di-spair]-noun1. turning away from a good that is impossible to attain.* * *maybe i am spoiled.i was disappointed that you didn't think about it---that you didn't even try.i shouldn't have to deal with that. it comes with my femininity.is chivalry THAT dead??it is unfair but whoever said that life was fair?but then again... i

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