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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: 9:07 PM
date: Thursday, March 02, 2006
d typed : i still cant find the old her. now hasinah agrees with me. ncos, its not your fault. its mine and ours. we are sorry and seek forgiveness from you. our tears were of guilt and regret. the effort you put for us we can see. whats worse than punishing us, is punishing yourselves. we really felt so regretful that we couldnt be better cadets to you. you deserve better, smarter, more efficient, more alert, more responsible cadets and we are really slack. we are just so sorry that we couldnt stop the tears from coming out. to _____, if you want to cut yourself infront of everyone, dont. you will regret and bleeding yourself isnt the way out. you're only 14 and still have half a century infront of you. you cut yrself here, suffer it down there. just don't. ive suffered more than you can ever imagine. how many times have i got hurt over what people say or do. just keep it to yourself and move on. the high you get from cutting isnt going to help. what good you do now, it rewards you later. thats how fate works, so don't reach for that knife.


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