i worry about the smallest things, something as simple as talking in front of my class & school. these things cause me so much stress it's unbelievable. i wish i could just be comfortable with myself. everyone says i'm pretty, smart, funny, etc. but i CANNOT find myself to believe them. i always have a reason why i'm not one of those things. if i'm so pretty, then how come i've never known a guy that liked me? how come i've never had a boyfriend? and i think people think i'm pretty just because i do my hair extravagently (sp?)every day and put on a lot of makeup. i wish i had more confidence in myself, then i'm sure my life would be a whole lot better. i always think stuff happens to me that doesn't happen to anyone else, i always feel different, which makes me feel not worthy of anything.
I've been involved in a murder. No, I didn't do the murdering... But I knew it was going to happen all along and I just stood there and watched it all in silence...
a secret: i went to my friend's house last night, and i slept over,and her parents were totally drunk, so we slept in the basement. we went upstairs to get a pillow case cause my friend spilled on hers, and we heard rocking on the bed in her parents room, and the headboard was hitting the wall. we were loao. it was hillarious. so we went back downstairs, and the basement is right under the parents room. talk about funny. we could hear the ENTIRE thing. oh man fun night.
i see through life and have lost my fun. still waters... placid dreams. life is series of events when love dies. when love dies, everything becomes see-thru tho one not only realizes that love is one his only tragedy is to live thru life blind. sun peeks and wide awake. walk thru the day with same old shoes. not like? buy another. money doesnt buy happiness. and until he realizes that, life at its simplest yet empty.
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i went to my friend's house last night, and i slept over,and her parents were totally drunk, so we slept in the basement. we went upstairs to get a pillow case cause my friend spilled on hers, and we heard rocking on the bed in her parents room, and the headboard was hitting the wall. we were loao. it was hillarious. so we went back downstairs, and the basement is right under the parents room. talk about funny. we could hear the ENTIRE thing. oh man fun night.
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still waters...
placid dreams.
life is series of events when love dies.
when love dies, everything becomes see-thru
tho one not only realizes that love is one
his only tragedy is to live thru life blind.
sun peeks and wide awake. walk thru the day with same old shoes.
not like? buy another. money doesnt buy happiness.
and until he realizes that, life at its simplest
yet empty.
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