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JournalOfEternity
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Name: JournalOfEternity
Gender: Female
Interests: Fashion, art, music, computer, video games
Expertise: Being a loser :D
Occupation: Art teacher assistant
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/31/2009
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| Oh lookie lookie.
Summer's back.
And I'm still pudgy from hibernation.
Ick. Well, it's time for...
Miss Fortune's SUMMER PLANS
Play Dance Central 2
Drink lots of water
Wear heavy sunscreen
Dance Central 2
Swim when sun's not out
On days of less exercise, decrease intake of carbs
Drink aloe drinks
Decrease intake of sugar and fats
Biking mebbes?
SEWING SEWING SEWING
Dance Central 2
SEWING
Drawing
Designing
SEWING
Practice sculpture
LOOK DAMN SEXAYY. (Which won't be hard ;])
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| It doesn't matter if you love me or not.
Maybe you truly do.
And maybe they're all lies.
First time's shatter, I should've forgotten the possibility.
Why do I persist?
Why do I bother?
You try so hard to convince me.
But I am weak. And it is hard for me to believe.
Maybe because you had let go so easily.
I felt so worthless.
It wasn't easy for you.
But I still feel the rip now. | | |
| The pain of the sun upon my bare skin.
The pain of my headache which has pestered me the whole day.
The pain of my legs, sore from nothing.
The pain of memories.
The pain of my heart.
I'm sitting on the porch of my house, where I was last seen.
Waiting. Waiting for what?
I'm begging you.
But. It's just nothing.
I don't think we can continue as promised. | | |
| Why is it that I'm always at a lack for emotions. The emotions I want to have; I fake. Until I believe I have them.
It's like the lies I tell to try to convince myself until they convince others.
Oh God, just let me breathe. Let me live.
I see the walls close in.
And it's suffocating.
It's getting harder and harder to get air.
The onlookers don't understand.
To them, I am but a mime pushing against imaginary walls.
To them, there is no real danger.
Because the danger I face
Is myself.
Maybe we were never meant to be together.
Maybe my emotions aren't fake.
I had always known I wasn't good enough.
We didn't have support.
A few more notches
And I'm halfway to "happiness" | | |
| It's been awhile since I've last blogged on here.
And looking back, they seem to be all whiny and depressing posts.
So why do I find myself back here again?
Is it because the painful memories of the past have been trickling back into my thoughts?
They raise questions.
Did I want to?
Or was I just pressured into it?
I had never really asked for anything from the beginning.
And everything I did, it was for you.
Which just complicates the distinction between your happiness and my wants.
It's just so frustrating. These past events have invaded my happiness and obscure my love I want to show you.
They shackle me down and prevent your love from reaching me.
I wish for it to all stop. | | |
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