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Feb 09, 2004 21:11

The only thing remotely interesting about me is that i can write. Other than that, most of the time, I'm just there. Someday, at our twentieth class reunion, with cheesy blown-up yearbook photos on the walls and a low-rent cover band playing Puff Daddy from what you will refer to as "the best years of our lives," I'll be the one you don't remember.

Some people: seem to be born knowing exactly who they are and where they're going; with a day-glo-highlighted road map to life.

Other people: are under construction, detours ahead, mapless, figuring it out as they go.

I am one of the Other people. And the only reason i can think of why you might still be reading this is:

You are just like me.

There are some people meant for greatness. Then there are the rest of us. I'm not the stars or the sun-I don't radiate heat. Or the moon-I don't shine like a beacon to light the way. I am definitly not a celestial body. I'm an earthbound girl destined to revolve around someone else. And I would gladly revolve around T, who is the sun, the moon, and the stars put together. Loving him is a sickness. A fever.

(I kno that this is in my info/profile but i dont know how many of you look at it and this is one of my favorites...)

lemme kno wat ya'll think...thanx
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