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[31 Oct 2005|04:26pm] |
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You make me sick.
You make me nervouse.
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[24 Oct 2005|09:12pm] |
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So, this journal obviously needs a new layout.
Yeah.
I don't have much to say.
Only that things are going well.
I'm doing pretty good.
I talked enough for both of us.
Why am I going to talk anymore when things are done, over and no more?!
Yes, we are adults... soon to be 18 and out of high school.
But lets not be adult about this.
Go fucking a head, call me emo.
If being afraid to wear your heart on your sleeve is emo well then, guess I'm fucking emo then aren't I?
I'm so sorry I have feelings 2.
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[24 Oct 2005|01:43am] |
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Wow.
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[11 Oct 2005|03:02pm] |
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I feel.... really bad.
And I don't know how to make things better.
Maybe just... being there...will help?
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[04 Oct 2005|05:56pm] |
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If what Austin speaks is true, then I haven't lost everything.
Oh my god, plese don't be fibbing Auau.
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[03 Oct 2005|04:38pm] |
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I think he should rape my face.
Thats all we need right now, is to die romantic.
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[02 Oct 2005|06:56pm] |
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I don't know who to hate more...myself or...or... I think it's pretty much me I hate right now. At this rate I'm not going to get better, and things will go away... and I'll just be here... I'll never hear from him.
He'll just go away.
And he'll never speak to me again.
I'll be forgotton.
I just want him to hug me, tightly...
but your head is elsewhere
and i'm talking enough for both of us
when will you see it's not (it's not)so easy for me
your careless
and whisper
insulting
and bruising
and i thought
that you said
things were improving
these laces are untied
but my feet are still walking away
away
i never thought that you could say these words
is this really happening? (don't say that we can still be friends)
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[02 Oct 2005|01:39pm] |
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I won't forget this.
I won't forget.
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[30 Sep 2005|04:24pm] |
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“I’m going back for Her.” It was as if time had stopped right before her, she swore at that point and time it was as if her heart and breath ceased in their pathetic movements. But she knew better then that, as she watched his lips still move. But she honestly didn’t, no, couldn’t comprehend what he had said after such words were spoken. It took her a few seconds to realize words were forming from his moving lips and she soon enough objected. Swallowing before she spoke and walking away. “This conversation is over.” The words brought tears to her eyes when her lips bent to form the words to him, turning on her heels and leaving to gather her things at the table and walk off.
Black converse padded on the tile floor and then onto cement. Tears falling from her once dark blue eyes, but now were red rimmed and closed tightly. Standing against the hardness of the cement wall, now feeling the cold air of the outside she silently cried. She looked up at the covering that was blocking the rain from hitting her, trying to hold back the thick tears that were like needles to her eyes. She was leaned against the back of the hard wall, but her body quickly felt limp and lifeless. Her body slid to the ground and she knelt there. Hands covering her face as she let out a wail of sadness. Hands became fisted against her face and soon her gloss covered nails dug into the flesh of her palms. And that was when the feeling of numbness came swelling. Nails dug deeper into those small palmed hands. Those eyes opened for a moment to glance at her palms, peering through blurred vision she could make out a few crimson beads of blood forming on her palms. She sniffled, then once again those hands covered her face.
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[19 Sep 2005|12:29pm] |
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I like Mike.
I like him alot.
I havn't been this happy in only god knows how long.
He's really sweet, and loads of fun.
He's so funny.
^_^
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[02 Aug 2005|08:25pm] |
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"Garnet" Malice Mizer |
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I need my scanner hooked up so I can post those new pictures of Sachiyo I got.
I also am wanting some Gothic Lolita clothes.
At least one outfit will do for me for now.
I really want one.
I can't wait till I get my sewing machine hooked up after I move.
That way I can at least do some stuff myself.
So yippy.
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[01 Aug 2005|09:08pm] |
I got a letter in the mail today from Sachiyo.
Well, thats what mom told me.
I can't wait to go home.
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[01 Aug 2005|02:56pm] |
Meh.
Work.
Boring as evver.
I'm off to go work some more.
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[30 Jul 2005|08:30pm] |
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Ah yes.
So everyone.
How are all of you?
all alive and well I hope.
I'm soon going to be turning this LJ into a rather nice one.
Doing a high and mighty Klaha layout.
As always.
Well...just at my grandma's.
I'll be home on Monday night... or tuesday.
Maybe with all this money I'm making I'll be able to buy some lolita-ish looking clothes.
**winks**
well tata everyone.
Love ya lots. ^_~
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[05 Sep 2004|02:20am] |
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Wanker in a basket
lol.
Don't ask.
I'm sorta hyper..ish... slash calm.
Yeah.
I'm a loser.
P.S.
Klaha is the most greatest thing. EVER.
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[13 Jul 2004|08:28pm] |
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Track 10 **.hack// C.D.** |
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Sorry I havn't posted much.
I won't lie to you ppl...
I'm lazy...
Very lazy...
LOL..
^_^
Yesh well.
My Japanese friend Sachiyo hasn't e-mailed me in a long time now.
And she hasn't sent me a letter either.
I wish she would at least send me a letter...
B/c I really wanna make that Mana doll for her and send it to her.
Maybe she is just busy.
Well...
I'm going ot play King Ribbit on game Cube now....
And then maybe some Final Fantasy Crystal Cronichles.
Ta ta now my dears.
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[03 Jul 2004|01:34pm] |
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Mom is up staires sleeping.
Better then nothing I guess.
her sleeping is better then having her downstaires bitching.
She gets really mean when she is drunk... or really happy...
And today was one of her mean times.
Her and I already got into a fight.
I don't want to go into it.
Me being smaller then her...well... I lost.
I'm off to go slumber somwhere.
I'm mentally sick.
I'm physically down.
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[21 Jun 2004|09:04am] |
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美しい...
私はまだ愛してるも. 気おつけて. ♥
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