And I said, "Maybe I'll see you."
Who knows really -  as thoughts tumbled in my mind. My fingers glided over the teeth of my keys, and I smiled.
"Goodbye," I said.
I'm kicking myself.
I'm kicking myself.
I'm kicking.
"See you later" is more like it.
I should have, would have, and could have.
See you later is my life. See you later is how I cope.
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Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I don't want to be writing. I don't want to be writing. I don't want to be writing. Why am I being forced to write about things I need to think of writing about? Everything I have to say is UNINTERESTING. Things like: I have realized that my whole rest-of-year is planned. There IS a plan. I've got a plan, stan. WANNA HEAR? No. ( Read more... )

Hi, I'm Laura.
I like to write in small letters.
My favourite colour is purple.
And, I like forever.
Some people say it's in your heart.


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That's what my dad just said to me.
 I'm wasting time on facebook.
I admit, I go on there quite a bit. I'm a procrastoholic.

Very hardcore, if there was a PROCRASTINATORS ANONYMOUS, I'd be a member. We'd meet every Thursday and discuss our horrible habits. It'd be my turn to talk and I'd say, "Well, I'm Laura. I prefer to procrastinate with ( Read more... )

Well I've been thinking of the genuine.. ness of my journal here. I find it hard to write about things sometimes because I have to search for things to write about that prove I'm kinda intellectual and my mind is active. The things I actually want to write about are personal things that I'd rather a foreign teacher wasn't reading. It isn't huge ( Read more... )

I guess it's time to resolve...

and make up some new years resolutions. I guess the only way to do that is to think of what happened in the past year, and then with that, see what I want to be different as I start this year.

Hmmm, so last year I definitely entered into the year superbly with some SUPERBER friends.


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Sometimes I think about what life would be like if I never had to do anything. If I never had to go to school. If I never had to clean my room. If I never had to clean the bathrooms. If I never had to do homework. If I never had to apply. If I never had to cook. If I never had to babysit. If I never had to entertain. If I never had to talk. If I ( Read more... )

I cry more than usual. I hope it's not because I'm a baby. Because I don't want to be a baby. I just want to be "grown up." All tough and hard. I've always wanted to be the person that doesn't cry. Why do girls have to cry so much more than boys? I mean, boys pretty much have the same emotions as girls when stuff happens, but they deal with the ( Read more... )

But memory plays tricks.
Memory is another word for story,
and nothing is more unreliable.


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