. i never talk to you anymore. which is trés sad. especially becuase all my so called "friends" that "love" me so much hate me now. like seriously, i hate to rant about how i hate my life on lj, but i have to sit with my sisters friends in the mornings becuase the people i had gotten to be friends with really treat me like crap. so dieing is a high option for me too right now.
or maybe just faking dead with some random poison dug that the local friar gives you, then running away to live with your lover [me] in mantua [alabama]..
from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. from forth the fatal loins of these two foes a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life whole misadventured piteous overthrows do with their death bury their parents' strife. the fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, and the continuance of their parents' rage, which, but their children's end, nought could remove, is now the two hours traffic of our stage. the which if you with patient ears attend, what here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
i never talk to you anymore.
which is trés sad.
especially becuase all my so called "friends" that "love" me so much hate me now. like seriously, i hate to rant about how i hate my life on lj, but i have to sit with my sisters friends in the mornings becuase the people i had gotten to be friends with really treat me like crap.
so dieing is a high option for me too right now.
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we just finished romeo & juliet..
and i love you and i so mean that =)
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wow i cant spell.
were you still in lexington when we had to memorize those lines?
two households, both alike in dignity.
in fair verona where we lay our scene.
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i dont remember the rest fo it either lol
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where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
from forth the fatal loins of these two foes
a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life
whole misadventured piteous overthrows
do with their death bury their parents' strife.
the fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
and the continuance of their parents' rage,
which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
is now the two hours traffic of our stage.
the which if you with patient ears attend,
what here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
ohhh what now.
i <3 that story
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i know i sure do.
:D
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