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Hi my name is so and so, sometimes when i'm bored, i draw people in my head. I listen to music a lot but the best times are usually when i'm on the bus. I don't think many people know about me because I keep a low profile. On days when i'm upset, i paint my toe nails and red is my favourite color. I have white feet, they remind me of porcelain. My eyes resemble almonds and my lids look like define lines imprinted in clay. I wish I were somebody else, maybe superman perhaps, my red cape in the wind, ever so free. My blog is a collection of my perspectives, thoughts and emotions. I write when I write, what I write. Your critcism is not welcomed.
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time: 6:56 PM
date: Wednesday, October 26, 2005
wats the point of writing eur thots down in a book when people peep in them. need to get all these shittttty info from my brain and then they PEEP. /: peeping toms/janes? /: pigs. wat a escapade or watever eu call it. scary but thrilling all the same. haha. the horror the horror! why cant i just sit in one corner and dun get in trouble. this is extremely cliche but trouble is the one that finds me okay. ): i really really HATE it. i hate being the malu shit. honestly i have to escape this country to get away from this all. /: all this evil and trouble. ): some people are just so so lucky, they NEVER never get into trouble. im gona make this resolution. im not gona get in trouble like this ever again starting from next week. im telling eu now, its my karma or something. no one cant into such deep shits like me all the time. and its really so tough. yes and we try to stop the toughness or watever thru innovative ways like writing small diaries. people cant keep their itchy hands off. they had to rub it on my diary and boom! it flew open and they couldnt resist. whatever. anws didnt even write the really private stuff in it, i did not trust it enuf. i never did cos some how it will escape. the safe way is to keep it in my stinking brain. but it really hurts staying in there and piercing needles thru my nerves or something. /: honestly, i cant even write here cos thats even worse. this really really sucks. /: plus the movie the shutter is so scary and the rape part was the worst ever. no wonder it is nc 16. dont ever watch that movie unless eu are born wifout feelings. esp feelings of fear. dun noe how im going to sleep tonight.