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For all the hassle my family gives me, I take in my Quizilla |
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it always seems to calm my nerves somehow....
nothin like a bunch of quizzes and stories made from angstfull and bored authors to set me straight xp .
great site, that is
Quizilla
go to it. explore. get addicted ninja
I still miss Em! crying crying crying crying
cant even remember the last time I talked to her gonk
oh pooh, I hope she's alright
it sucks not being able to really talk to your best friend for 2 freakin weeks. its a whole lot better than a months or forever, but still.....it sucks
ok....almost EVERY night my dad practically forces me to come with him to take the dog for a walk. cuz for SOME reason Scooter doesnt like to go by himself he says. maybe its cuz you ******** spoil that little b*****d! scream
so....whenever he suddenly decides to cross the street and I yell at him to get back onto the sidewalk, I get yelled at by my dad!! "Stop harrasing him! He just wants to sniff the grass on that side!", A-hole doesnt seem to think that I actually care if the dog gets run over.
What is it going to take to convince you that I have a heart!?!? that isnt dead or cold!! scream scream scream crying
son of a b***h stressed stressed stare .......
rolleyes Just out of spite, I'm going to post Con's prose about "teenage romance". The dude seems to think its completely juvenile and garbage crying crying gonk . It's beautiful baby! blaugh heart
I felt some sort of connection to it surprised
When I see you, I get this feeling in my stomach like my insides have disappeared.
When I say hello, its all I can do to keep my voice steady, to appear casual; just unconcerned enough that I don't seem desperate, but not so much that you think I'm uninterested.
But I am desperate.
I can't stop thinking about you. When I lie down at night, you go with me into my dreams. And in the morning, when I've forgotten them, it's only so that the fantasies of those lazy waking moments can replace them. And all the day long, I can do nothing with my whole mind or heart, because you take up so much of them both.
Your hair, your eyes, your smile...they haunt me like a beautiful ghost. How pleasant it is, to see you in my mind's eye, but how awful, that dreams are all I have!
But at the least, I have hope. The way you smile when you see me makes me think that maybe I'm not unlovable; and when you hugged me before you left, I couldn't stop smiling for five minutes. I only wish you had taken no precaution against the elements. I curse the coat that kept you warm, because it kept your warmth from me.
You've got so much going on, your friends, your studies, your ambitions...and I have nothing to do but dream of you from my cold twin bed.
But you're the first person I've felt this way about who actually showed some interest, however small, in return. What is it about me? It can't be my looks, because you have better-looking friends. Do you see God in me? Would you feel differently if you knew that I struggle sometimes when He feels far away? Does my silence intrigue you? Would that change if you knew that I'm silent mostly out of nervousness or a genuine lack of any thought worth vocalization? Is it my artistry? I'm talentless!
For the life of me, I can't think of anything attractive you could see in me from your perspective...and anything I can think of from any other perspective is just conceit.
And yet, somehow, against all good conscience, I hope this will work; and I think maybe it can. I may never be attractive, but maybe, if you give me the chance, you might find something lovable in me.
So...please be there Thursday. Talk to me with that cute little accent of yours; smile at me with those sweet blue eyes. Tell my friends something they'll tell me, so I can get the courage to ask you a question. And when I ask, answer favorably, and lift me up.
God knows, I need it.
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maybe the next entry have a survey thingy in it
I suuuuure do love those surveys
and theyre so easy to find too heart
 see weed mermaid · Sat Oct 01, 2005 @ 11:38am · 0 Comments |
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