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WOW. some people are so effing retarded, its amazing they're not in special ed. . . but anyways
I cannot wait for June 2005 to come. Then i can go back to PA and then to frostburg!! yay! Hey, maybe i'll even get lucky and find a normal guy. One who won't, you know, lie straight to my face, walk away from me when i'm crying, be a total donkey. . . yeahh
Anyways. I've decided that i need to concentrate on the good things i have in my life. I have awesome amazing beautiful friends. I have a good job, and a great church. I've got a good family (for the most part ) I've got people who love me, and people who i love. I was talking to Mark on friday and he told me that i'm just like my mother in that i wanna fix everything, and sometimes everything can't be fixed. It's true. I think its one of my best and worst characteristics. I care a lot, but sometimes too much. But this past week has made me realize that its really not worth it sometimes. Sometimes you just have to ignore the nasty things that people say, and give up on making things "ok".
speak to me
tell me something so typical
a lullaby or something miserable
that will keep me up at night
cross out these days
on your calendar
it hurts me so much
and im not quite sure
i care anymore
I cannot wait for June 2005 to come. Then i can go back to PA and then to frostburg!! yay! Hey, maybe i'll even get lucky and find a normal guy. One who won't, you know, lie straight to my face, walk away from me when i'm crying, be a total donkey. . . yeahh
Anyways. I've decided that i need to concentrate on the good things i have in my life. I have awesome amazing beautiful friends. I have a good job, and a great church. I've got a good family (for the most part ) I've got people who love me, and people who i love. I was talking to Mark on friday and he told me that i'm just like my mother in that i wanna fix everything, and sometimes everything can't be fixed. It's true. I think its one of my best and worst characteristics. I care a lot, but sometimes too much. But this past week has made me realize that its really not worth it sometimes. Sometimes you just have to ignore the nasty things that people say, and give up on making things "ok".
speak to me
tell me something so typical
a lullaby or something miserable
that will keep me up at night
cross out these days
on your calendar
it hurts me so much
and im not quite sure
i care anymore