Monday, May 11, 2009

its that time again.
You know what time it is. it is the time in wich everything ends. Everything begins. The Adventure begins. The journy begins with the door. The door starts with the turn of a nob and the push of the door. The hinge begins its swing. The time is the begging. It is time be push the door out of school. Time to start the swing in motion. To become the unstopable funtastic adventure that one can have. It begins. It ends. IT just starting!
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Sunday, May 3, 2009

Empty
Everyone on the O is gone. like we all died. or i am all alone. :( panda wants to party
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Thursday, April 30, 2009

   Hey
it has been a while. Life is long. Yet short. YOu know life gives you some lemons you paint that shit gold. Schools almost over. work hours are increasing because of that. Life is going well. Hows all of yours?
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Hoyl
5 weekks to go till i fix all meh typos lol maybe not jk summeR!!!
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Sunday, April 5, 2009

Howdy
Well all. Summer is on the horizion for many of us. Some sooner then others that is a matter of opinion tho. So charge up your tanks ram the throtel and drive down the valley into the summer battle. Love driven, happyness bidden. That is the life around.
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Sunday, March 29, 2009

Insert mental term here
What do you do when people tell you that they love you. Like your husband even tho he slept with so many people before you. That he just bounced girl to girl. And you as a girl dated so many men that cheated on you. How do you trust someone when you can trust even someone who hasnt. That your husband tells you he loves you, but you just think it is a lie so he can get in your pants. That your pants are the only thing holding the relationship. The only boundry that will hold the love in. Your husband said he had a family, but turns out it is a lie and only has a mom and dad. That makes you feel like you cant trust him even more. You feel broken down, hopless, loveless and yet you hear only all the good you do. You smile when they say it but on the inside you dont feel it is enough.
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Saturday, March 21, 2009

Mistakes
Life is alot like playing a instrument of any kind. You play it and are learning how to play. You are bound to make a mistake of some kind. All you can do however is just keep on playing. That is how life works and that is why we regret what we do because we make mistakes that everyone will see as bad. But you just got to keep playing.
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Sunday, March 15, 2009

EMo
Emo means to feel. To feel is have emotions. There is nothing wrong feeling emotions at all or talking about them. Emo's tho are often mistaken with a gothic trend. Death seems nice even for those that seem rambuncitously happy, they can be very sad. I been very sad to very happy to very angrey and finaly discovering a balence of the course of my entire life. Somethings that help me balence is write what i feel in a story or a peice of fiction for peer reation hense my false sucside note from my father. Of course i told i was playing, but i wanted to see what the world thought.
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Saturday, March 14, 2009

Life
ITs a nice thing to think about. Living. To experience the world in so many different ways. See the world. To live for living. Thats what is important to me. Living, if you dont feel like living dont end. Just sit back and ask your self way and find away around.
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Friday, March 6, 2009

   Death Continued
to my friends around there. I was seriosuly considering death for a bit, but thankfully my arrogance will not allow such things to happen. I just saw it as to die, is to lose everything people have given me all those sacerfices and kindness's made. . . lost for ever, worthless. I cant bear that. Thus i am still alive. Kicking and fighting as hard as ever. Sometimes a near death experience is what someone needs to see life. Considering at the time i slipped off my roof onto my back. Loves soft dirt. Thanks.
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