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today was so boring but yet mellow, i woke up took my bc, and my mom told me she is leaving on saturday. i just think its crazy how im the one should be leaving from this fucking city, but its going to be my mom first. she is moving. whateves also i went by work to check my scheudle. and the store looks different, but pretty, the put new wall paper and my section looks pretty ♥ and and and... i keep messing up the situation im in, and im trying to make up for it :/ well either way my court date is coming up really fast. im scurred. peace |
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what every girl says about a guy, proven fact, he is one of those guys that gets your hopes up, and avoids you, then switches to the next hot babe. if i get a quarter for when girls complain about guys i would be a millionarie right now! |
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I actually have time to read again, everyone thinks i dont read books, such as my mother. but i do and enjoy it :] Im reading a book that has almost made me cry. Im getting way into this book. The author is a great writer. He goes by the name James Frey. Although he lied to Oprah about his book,but he is one hell of a writer. His words just makes you want to read more about the story. His book "my friend lenoard." is a great book. i can picture his story in my head, well im off to start reading it. those who have read it, im at the part where he see's lilly, laying down in the morg :(
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days are passing and passing by, its getting more sad by the min, im excited for this weekend tho. My mom and I are going to vegas, to see her new house, and to explore :) and im driving, woot-woot Well as for now, everything sucks, and work is a drag. dealing with the scene kids in the fitting room is horrible =/ or the rich kids from mex that act snobby! im balbering too much. ta ta for now. |
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There is a part of me,that feels I am different from everyone else. Something that I can't quite see,Something that I can't quite feel, Something so unreal. But this 'thing' is always there, This 'thing' with others, I will never share. So I push it to the back of my mind, All the thoughts of partying and clothes and make-up, it is hiding behind. Sometimes, when I have almost forgotten, It comes back with such ferocity, Angry and unforgiving. I feel so lost and sad, Whatever caused this feeling,Must have been so horrible and bad. is a lost memory or something else,I'll never know, Whatever it is, I know for sure, I can never let this feeling show.
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