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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: 11:24 PM
date: Thursday, April 19, 2007
I've alot of things t say t someone


To, erm, Person A? (Few know who), WE ALREADY KNOW (read this, let it enter you). I really miss you, you know? But still, theres no reason for lies. All I can do is just, wonder where in our 3 year closeness, did you find a motive t lie t me? When Pek told me the truth that time at Lavender, I felt like crying. Because I didnt know, friend, you would blatantly lie. One question : Why? Is it because you didnt think you could tell me? I am already pretty screwed up, so go ahead and tell me, because I really do care, friend, more than you can imagine. Because to you, maybe, I am just someone who says laughs alot/says lame things/is dumb-ass most of the time, but seriously, I CARE. ALOT. Whatever's on your plate, just tell me. I'll try my best to give you an alternative because the fucked up (ie. me) help others, probably experience or wtv. Just, dont, lie. It hurts and I have t pretend. Give a laugh, but underneath, hurt.

We want you back, are you willing?


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