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Monday, April 10, 2006


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Okay. I might as well tell you now that i'm not exactly in the best mood...i should proly save this post for tomorrow...but i have got to post now.

Here goes... There is this girl that i now. And quite frankly she irritates the snot out of me. We used to be so close...but now. i really can't stand her. She copies everything i do. If i like one thing...then she decides she likes it even if she has no idea what it is. If i decided i like a certain style of dress or music, or even behavior...she decides thats what she wants as well. She has even "stolen" my friends from me. Sounds a bit elementary skool, ne? She met a few of my friends and just kinda took over for me, and now they still keep in touch with her...and not me. ^^,

I'm sure that there have many oppurtunities for me to tell her this. But i can't...because i have no idea what to say. But it has gotten to the point, that i don't even want to be around her anymore, let alone look at her. I feel like i'm drowning in my own being.

People say that i'm different for a reason. Because i am. I do not choose to intentionally be as weird as possible. I just don't like what others would call normal. So it is strange for me to have a little carbon copy of myself walking around with me.

Yes i realize some may call this "admiration". But there is a fine line between "admiration" and "losing yourself". I say this because, what she does, i do not consider admiration, i consider it to be what i call "wearing a mask of someone else's face." She may like some of the things i do, but does she really have to duplicate exactly what i do and say? even some of my mannerisms?

i really just needed to vent i suppose. But seriously...its gotten to the point that it pisses me off. And she needs to be her own person. And the sad part is... i bet she has no idea i'm talking about her.

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