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[13 Oct 2008|06:45pm] |
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Dear E,
I can't get you out of my head since Saturday night. I can't help but to replay that moment you said my full name outloud the other night over and over again when you appeared next to me in the gas station. You were the last person I had expected to see that night after the dance but what surprised me even more is that you actually came up to try to talk to me. We haven't actually talked in ages. And I always try to ignore you in the hallways so my old feelings for you wouldn't come back. But now they have. Oh, how I wish you and I could just give it a shot. I could be the one you've been searching for all along. I can't help but to compare every nice boy that likes me to you.
Sincerely,
V
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[13 Oct 2008|07:36pm] |
not new to lj, but have a new journal. starting over fresh. ahhh.
twenty-something girl, saves lives for a living, stuck in a world full of drama, thinks a lot, loves to meet new people. more located in my journal. go see!
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[13 Oct 2008|06:44pm] |
I'm megan, I goes by megs / mimi.
21 years old
married to michael garland.
I'm such a girly, but bad as fuck.
Irish & Polish pride.
I am deaf. ASL are cool, hands down!
I have a potty mouth, yes a fuckin dirty mouth, heh.
I'm very random.
I'm that girl who's always up for a ride and do whatever, just b like hey, lets have fun!
I've always been told, I'm EASY to get along.
I love to listen, givin' advices, talk about anything.
I'm very open-minded.
So I'm sucha doll ;).
If u wanna be friends, go ahead add me, I don't bite :). Holla holla.
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| Dear You. |
[13 Oct 2008|03:25pm] |
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You've done nothing wrong to me. And yet, I want you to fucking die. You are innocent in this situation, and you don't deserve my hatred, and yet I want to make you bleed.
Yes, I do feel bad. Yes, it is a "me" problem. Yes, I am trying to get over it. I take full accountability for it.
Doesn't change the fact that I want to feel your bones crack beneath my feet.
On the other hand... you've inherited something you have no idea how to handle; you don't know what you've gotten yourself into. Have fun. He's far too arrogant and immature for me. If you want to deal with his bullshit, go for it. Make him grow up for me a bit. I'll be returning for him when you're done.
I wash my hands of it for now.
Just stay away from me. Don't even look in my direction. You've awakened something feral, something that, until now, was dormant, that I underestimated the ferocity of. It scares me, but at the same time, feels amazing.
Just stay away.
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[13 Oct 2008|05:50pm] |
Hi!
I’m searching for friends who comment, because I don’t write my journal just for myself.
I mainly post about drawings, videos, pictures, movies and books, I’d comment similar journals.
If you want to add me, leave a comment on one of my entries.
P.S.: DON’T add me if you talk about your boyfriend/girlfriend/whatever or doing drugs, I’m not interested in that.
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| I break the yolks, make a smiley face. I kinda like it in my brand new place. |
[13 Oct 2008|11:38am] |
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you know, I was really looking forward to finally wearing sweaters for the rest of the season, but the high today is 78F/25C! :( and yesterday it got up to 84F/29C!!!!!!!! tomorrow it's going back down to 66F/19C though, thank god, and it's supposed to keep getting colder. I really hope that's true, because I'm sick of sweating already. I could never live somewhere hot or warm year round.
I slept at Jordan's last night. his bed is so awfully uncomfortable, I'm sad to say. I'm so achey this morning, I slept pretty badly and kept waking up. it's going to be a long day.
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[13 Oct 2008|06:32am] |
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[12 Oct 2008|10:21pm] |
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Dear You, I wonder if you remember all of those times when you said that we were best friends and that you would always be there for me. I wonder if you remember saying that—and meaning it. I used to think that you had meant it, but now I know that it was a misguided lie. It really does sound like something you would do, you know, like telling somebody that you loved them, and then turning it all around one day with no explanation and destroying everything good you had with that person. Severing all ties with them or throwing them away like they were a piece of garbage. Six years of my life were wasted on you. Years that I used to look back on and smile about, days that I remembered with laughter. You destroyed that, and for no reason that I can think of. You’ve done it again, so congratulations on screwing up, again. You’re so stupid for thinking that you can do this over and over and not mess up again! You just destroy everything, don’t you? Well good luck with that then, ending up alone and lonely and sad and telling yourself that it was the other persons’ fault, and not realizing that it was your own. You’ve pushed me off of the edge, you brainless conniving bitch. I hope you know how much grief you’ve given everyone in your life. You’re spoiled rotten to the core, and the sad thing is that you’re actually proud of it. You whine until you get your way, and you drain people of all energy, and in that way, you’re uncaring and rude. There are so many other ways that you are uncaring and rude, but by being a spoiled brat, you’ve achieved a higher level of uncaring rudeness. There are some comments that you have said that I can’t remember ever getting anything good out of. In fact, the more I realize how much shit you’ve told me, the more I realize you were trying to stroke your own ego, which is already disgustingly big-headed. You would put me down, compliments were a rare and sometimes two-faced thing to come from you. I always assumed you wanted to mold me into a better person, but apparently you just wanted to feel better for yourself. Remember when we were both so “insecure”? Well, you still are that insecure. You lied to yourself, and by doing that, you lied to me. You’re probably the most insecure person I’ve ever met. Everyone can see this. You call yourself so brave and strong, when really you’re a big liar. I should never have believed anything you’d ever said. So many lies you’ve uttered that I believed, that my subconscious had told me were lies. I guess I should have listened to myself those times. The time that your brother’s friends half-raped you (what in the hell is half-raping anyway?), when that kid Josh or whatever choked you with that pink leather chain on your bedframe that you didn’t even want hanging up in your room (and yet there it was four years later, still hanging there!) and that I later saw you playing with lovingly, when your dad crawled into bed with you and attempted to touch you, you yelling at your dad. Yeah right. You wouldn’t even have the balls to do that type of shit. By the way—just because you started wearing or saying or becoming (another lie, you’re not bisexual, you fucking liar) something, and you’d never before noticed other people wearing or saying or becoming or doing the same thing, does not mean that they were following you!! And don’t act like you’re easily over things—such as Presley—you were never into punk before that. You started calling her a poseur and then all of a sudden you’re a Clash and Misfits and Casualties fan. Now who’s the poseur? Let me give you a hint—you are. The less I see you, the better I feel. The days that you were not even a thought, were some of the best days. The ones where I was happy and felt good about myself, because, let’s be honest, all you did to me was make me feel bad about myself when I know for certain—that I will always be a better person than you. So, you’ve called me selfish. HA! HAHAHAHA! HYPOCRITE! I hate hypocrites. You’re a hypocrite, therefore I hate you. I can’t believe someone as selfish as you can call me selfish. You’re really, seriously that stupid? You’re ten thousand times more self-centered than me! All you can talk about is yourself; I could barely get a word in when I was talking with you. I was talking to a brick wall! That’s about the quality of a conversation with you (which is really not even a conversation), is a brick wall. Hacking into my MySpace and changing things is the best you can obviously do. That just proves your petty, immature self. Guess what, idiot? I can type too. In fact, I can take everything that you’ve changed and get it back to what it was originally. What a shock! Deleting things that you like as well? That… is… so… PATHETIC! What are you, a ten year old girl?! You can’t stand to see me like things that have molded my personality. You can’t stand to see me liking things that you yourself like! That’s fucking ridiculous. I don’t care who introduced me to what- I still will like what I fucking like, you immature, petty, idiotic, stupid, juvenile, unintelligent, self-absorbed, egotistical halfwit! You can’t change me, and you never will! I AM WHO I AM, AND I CAN BE PROUD OF IT, UNLIKE YOU! So I’m done with you. Done with your bullshit and your lying and your deceitfulness and your cold, empty heart and soul. I hope you get a strong fucking kick in the ass from Karma herself. Special fucking delivery, you petty, immature, stupid ,conniving, evil, lying, condescending, unappreciative, hypocritical, biased, rude, uncaring, spoiled, whining, droning, annoying, poseur bitch. Forever your ex-friend (who regrets every moment she spent with you), Me.
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[12 Oct 2008|01:00pm] |
I'm looking for new lj friends who are:
---open & honest & compassionate
---interested in learning and growing
---idealistic and spiritual (religion isn't important; faith is)
---creative (having a passion to create, whatever your art may be)
---feminist/equalist (anti- sexism, racism, heterocentrism, classism, gender, etc.)
I post about:
---my thoughts & feelings; my emotional journey
---spirituality; sharing my beliefs and concepts (exploring spirituality is the current theme in my life)
---photo posts; myself, people I love, adventures, my jewelry and other art
---society; my ideas on why it is the way it is and how it could change
---everyday life; what happens in my life and my reaction to it
---polls & interactive memes; me seeking to learn more of you
---art & music; every now and then I share some of my artistic/musical inspirations
---dreams; occasionally with interpretations
I'm here because I want to meet more people who use their journals as a way of exploring and expressing themselves and want to make real connections. If that sounds like you, please check out my userinfo and add me ;-) My journal's public, so no need to comment, but feel free to fill out my survey if you wanna introduce yourself!
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[12 Oct 2008|07:15am] |
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dear husband,
Forgetting to call me when you say you will really doesn't say "I love you." very well. Fucking fix your shit or you'll be finding someone else to support you in the long months to come when you're over seas.
your wife.
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[12 Oct 2008|06:31am] |
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[11 Oct 2008|06:32am] |
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[11 Oct 2008|12:26am] |
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I'm 20. I was born in September. I either love things or hate them; I don't usually have many inbetweens. I love animals more than people. I don't drink, smoke, do drugs. Pop music is my weakness and the main genre of music I listen to. I go to a lot of concerts and write about the experiences, so if you don't like reading about me gushing about meeting the Backstreet Boys or any other pop group, you shouldn't friend me. I also do picture posts, sometimes. I love traveling, meeting new friends and celebrities. Basically all I do is have fun.
Only add me if you update at least three days a week and comment frequently. Otherwise, you'll be cut. :)
Comment my public entry at my journal and you'll more than likely be added.
♥
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[11 Oct 2008|09:09am] |
The name's Flippa. It's a nickname.
19.
Female.
Very happily taken by the sweetest guy ever.
I like music from The Presets, Thrice, Sam Sparro, Buck 65, Ministry Of Sound, Bloc Party and many others. I have a broad taste in music.
I'm a big fan of The Office (both versions), Black Books, Scrubs, skit shows, Little Britain, comedy movies, romance, blah blah blah.
Webcomics rock, especially Questionable Content and XKCD.
Food is love. Driving and dancing are also love. I enjoy driving around with my dance music pumpin almost as much as I enjoy hanging out with my boyfriend. lol.
I like alot of things really.
I also like to think I have a sense of humour.
I post about stuff I find entertaining, amusing, shitty, but mainly about my day-to-day adventures.
I'm an active commenter though I like to recieve comments too.
I use tags. I cut posts when they get long, and/or include pics or embedded content.
It's a new journal, but I'm not a new user.
I'm looking for more journals to read and a bigger audience for my own. :3
Check out my profile for my interests list. If you like what you see, add me and comment on my FO post. :) That way I know to (and will) add you back.
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[09 Oct 2008|02:42pm] |
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Dear Big E,
I'll say it again, though I know I've already said it so many times (though not nearly enough to you). I don't get it. I don't understand how our friendship could be so based on the single fact that you wanted to sleep with me and get in my pants. I mean, I know shit with you is always about sex. I know that, I get that, I knew that before. But is that all it was? Was everything else just such a fucking lie. That's what I don't understand. How everything could be based off of such a lie. How our entire friendship was based on your lies. That's what I don't understand. Don't you want friends? Real friends that actually care about you? What's going to happen to Jelly after you sleep with her? Are you going to hurt her and leave her too? Everyone was right about you, but I always time after time gave you the benefit of the doubt. But you know what? All those girls were right.
Dear Dangerous Boy,
I'm sorry about what happened. He wasn't right about you. I wish things would have worked out differently or that something would have worked out differently. You're not the only one who got hurt by what happened. You are/were one of the only people in real life that I ever felt completely comfortable with. You liked me for who I was. I didn't need to change for you or be any different than who I already am - you don't understand how great that felt with you. To know that I could make the jokes I wanted to make and say the things that I wanted to say and be who I really was. There are so many people in real life that are supposed to know me so well...yet they don't know the very most basic things about me because I don't think they'll understand or they'll think it's weird, or whatever. I had so much fun with you when I was with you that day. It was one of the few times in my life where I felt like I fit, that I was doing something I was supposed to, something that kids my age would enjoy doing. Or something. I can't explain it that well. But it's one of my favorite memories. I had a lot of fun and I'm pretty sure that you did too. Again I'll say that I'm sorry. In hindsight what he said isn't true. You're better. You actually cared. He never did. You are a lot better than he ever was or would be. I'm sorry. I wish we could start the other week over. I promise it would end differently (maybe with me in y our arms).
Dear little E,
You were right about him..in a way. I should have paid more attention to you and I'm sorry that I didn't now. Either way keep being brilliant and doing what you do. We both know that you're fucking amazing and that one day you'll be on TV for doing something amazing. You'll be remembered forever - if not by everyone, by me.
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[09 Oct 2008|06:31am] |
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[09 Oct 2008|02:21am] |
dear_____,
i've come to realize that i like you more than i thought. this is something i'm not accustomed to, and it's leading me to over-think things. this is the part that i hate.
i think you like me. no, i know you do. or did. but when your responses to the things i say are so thin and scarce, it worries me.
i can't tell if you want me to try, or to stop trying. so, i'm at a stand-still. i'm stuck waiting for you. the ball's in your court.
love, (is that appropriate?)
me
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| IT'S NEVER TOO LATE |
[09 Oct 2008|05:11am] |
Dear Boy.
I love you.
I'm in love with you.
And it sucks... royally.
Everyone always says "go for what you want".
But what if what I want is unattainable?
What do I do, then?
Do you have the answer?
Didn't think so.
Love - forever.
Me
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[09 Oct 2008|01:09am] |
I'm trying to get a little extra cash together by selling CDs, so I figured I'd offer up The Format related stuff here in case anybody's interested.
Sealed red EP (1st pressing) and a brown EP (2nd pressing) in excellent condition. Both have been out of print for years.
More information and more items here
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