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Friday, December 12th, 2003
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just a quick note to tell you all that i won't update this journal ever again.
i'm not deleting it because it has too much memories (they're private entries).
yeah so, i guess this is it. <3
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Wednesday, September 17th, 2003
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| Time: | 1:53 pm. |
| Mood: | worthless. | | Music: | Dashboard Confessional - Screaming Infidelities. |
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i came here to complain about how unhappy with myself i really am.
but then i realized, maybe just maybe i got what i deserved.
i tried too much and lost it all.
and i don't know why i still expect people to like me. I don't even like me. so why would they?
they're just lucky they don't HAVE to deal with me everyday.
i would ditch me too if only i could.
&on a brighter note... no sorry, no can do. =/
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| Time: | 1:21 pm. |
| Mood: |  loved. | | Music: | AFI - this time imperfect. |
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(this was posted yesterday but i put it friends only when i shouldn't have. so here it is again. :P)
ever loved a song so damn much you wanted to wrap yourself into it?
you wish you could paint the lyrics all over yourself so everyone could see those brilliant words you're hearing.
you wish you could become part of the song. she's alive and she's the one hearing you.
but maybe i'm just being insane like always.
the old lady leaving next to us has died. she has been living alone in her little pink house for over 10 years. when we would play baseball, and balls would fall on her property, we knew we wouldn't ever get them back. she hated kids and she inspired me all kind of witches stories. but now the police condamned her house and i find it very creepy to pass by it and see some of her clothes still out to dry, and the cats still waiting to be fed. i doubt she had any family or friends, i doubt she'll have any funerals. please please please make sure this don't happen to any of you.
this town is dead. they took the banchs out of the church and they want to sell it but who the fuck would buy a church?
the elementary school i went to is about to close.
the bank, right next to the condamned house, is no more either. there's no kids in the streets. no cars either, which is nice, but i really wanna move away.
i have a new boyfriend and this one actually loves me. i've never felt this loved, ever.
i'm looking for nice black and white photography and i still don't care what day today is.
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| Time: | 11:32 pm. |
| Mood: |  nostalgic. | | Music: | nirvana - sappy. |
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it's better to burn out than to fade away
we won't ever forget you
and next year we'll be playing guitar under your bridge.
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Wednesday, April 2nd, 2003
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| Time: | 9:40 pm. |
| Mood: |  okay. |
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this is the 2nd day of the month.
exactly one month ago it meant the world to me but now it doesn't mean shit.
i haven't really slept for days. blah.
:)
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