| Seeing as how this is the ONLY privacy i have from my boyfriend, I guess i should let a few things out.
Tried school again. Didn't work. Again.
Still not over Phillip James. FML.
My boyfriend swears i love him. *rolls eyes*
Surprisingly, that's about it. Lol.
Jessie is still doing better than me. No surprise.
My older sister is pregnant. Probably between two and three months by now, maybe.
My brother is in Afghanistan. Not sure why, those were just his orders.
Both my older sister and brother are married now too.
I really wish i had a fucking cell phone and people to hang out with.
AHHHH.
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| I moved back in with my parents.
Life still sucks.
And now i'm a slut too.
Woo for me. <--- sarcasm
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| It's been so long since i've been here. Haha.
At least it's only been months and not years.
I was thinking about getting rid of this, but decided not to. Too many memories, even if most of them are pretty much heartbreaking.
A lot has happened since i last wrote in this... I moved out of my parents house and am now living with my older sister in Central Florida. My very best friend is getting married sometime soon and when she does, i'm moving back to California. I can't stand Florida anymore. It's been three years and i haven't been back to see anyone since.
But i'm in too good of a mood to be writing all this depressing shit. :D
LATER!
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| "Note To Self"
Two roads... split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.
I wanted to be that breath of fresh air,
When everything smelled so insincere.
But this taste still lingers in my mouth,
Deceit has ways of sticking around.
And I'm ready to disappear,
Vacation seems far, seems far from here.
Note to self: I miss you terribly.
This is what we call a tragedy.
Come back to me, come back to me, to me.
Note to self: I miss you terribly.
This is what we call a tragedy.
Come back to me, back to me, to me.
I can feel my mind, wandering again.
Into where I don't know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving, faster than I can.
And I'm sick of this scene,
I need a break from routine.
I can feel my mind, wandering again.
Into where I don't know, and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving, faster than I can.
And I'm sick of this scene,
I need a break from routine.
Two roads... split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.
Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so far.
Which part of me is lost? I feel so close, and yet I am so...far!... |
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