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Saturday, September 11, 2010


Corn--That last poem was about writers block.
I'm pretty sure you'll know what this one is about.
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BITE ME, BARBIE BOY
No matter what I do with and to myself,
No matter how much make-up and hairspray I put on, I'll never be good enough for you, will I? Will I?
Don't misunderstand me, though;
It's not that I can't change, it's just that shouldn't have to.
Because, baby, for you, I would walk through fire, swim through acid, fly into a hornets nest, but I would never go under the knife for anyone or anything.
So go.
Go home with your orange-skinned and watermelon-chested girls.
I'm sorry.
I'm simply too real to be fake enough for you.
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GROWIN UP NAKED
Complications!
Lessons left unlearned.
Is it really worth being anybody's first (love)?
I will always be somewhere within too young and too old, too fast and too slow, but either way I can't go back.
Mistakes have been made, wounds have been opened and reopened, scars have formed, and I can't make any of it go away.
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I've been in a really tragic, poetic mood lately. I don't know. I guess I'm about due for a breakdown.
Shaun's bitching about me blocking him on facebook again. You'd think after almost an entire year of me avoiding him, he'd get the message that I just don't wanna talk to him, but I guess he's just that stupid. '-__-
Ugh... What'd I ever see in him?
Luckily, I heard he might be moving to Florida soon, so THANK GOD. I feel kinda bad for Mickey Mouse though--now he's gonna have to deal with my ex's loser ass.
SORRY, MICKY. So, so, so SO sorry.
ily
~Belinda

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