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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: 9:23 PM
date: Friday, October 19, 2007
Hi friends. Well it was acherontic, bleak, cold, depressive, elegiac, forlorn, hapless, you get me, it was not a happy day. I was trying t see if any words would really express what I am feeling right now. I know that sounds lian-ish and over dramatic, but I'm serious, there's this physical pain in my chest. I could've drank too much strawberry milk. But I dont think thats it.

When I found out my S1 babe and S3 babes was ____, I didnt feel like I was about t lose a friend. Thats bull. It was just painful because they will be moving further away, a little harder t reach but not impossible t get t. There's no "Goodbye forever" here or "I cant let you go" here. There's only Lets continue t keep it real. Like Jacqueline Wilson said

Even though you're there, and I'm here, we'll always remain friends.

I was never prepared for this. Though I didnt cry openly because I plan t be less of a express(er) of sad emotions. Why dont you hold my hand as we run past the fields of gold, where the trees are silver and the sky is pink and the flowers red?
I really saw this scene in real life.