It's Me, again. Like a repetitive message on an answering machine. The little blinking red light exposed for the world to see. Whether or not you choose to conintue, is like pressing that little button displayed "Play". It's a choice. A decision. You make so many Choices. So many Decisions. Do you even think about how many times you weigh
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You know, I'm adding that to my memories... because FINALLY...
Someone has enough eloquence to express EXACTLY the way I feel about the world. I wish I could express the way I feel...
I love you. ~hug~
Thank God for Danielle. :)
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Basically, I'd seen your post on another's livejournal, I being the curious fiend decided to look. I read this post. Then, I being the curious stalker-like fiend clicked the "website" link in your info and read another post. It said something about the points in people's xanga entries, I agree. Not many people write about anything more than a day. One that sounds just like the rest of their entries. Either "oh this weekend sucked" or "today was awessommeeeeee," and every other line is saturated with those three haunting letters: "lol"
I personally enjoy reading more about someone's thoughts than about how their day was just like all the rest.
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