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Do you remember, a time back when, Back when we, when you and me, were once happy Friends? Back when we smiled, I miss those smiles. Back when we laughed, I miss those laughs. Back when we were friends.
Can you recall, the time we shared, All those nights spent, we spent,
Friend, Running around for no reason at all, Simply just because, because we could. Ah, I miss those times, those happy times, Times long ago, Back when we, when you and me, were friends.
But now, there are no happy times. But now, there are no smiles. No laughs, no

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When he's cute...
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It Can Happen To YouI don’t really know what to say right now. Words just can’t describe… The kind of pain hearing that brings, The tears I wanna cry. Why is this world so… Completely messed up? Doesn’t anyone care? With something like this happening, How can we not be scared?

How can you just walk around, Pretending it’s not going on? Don’t you understand yet, That this sort of thing is wrong?! Imagine, for me, if you will, The trauma and pain it brings, When no one’s looking out for you, When it’s you It Can Happen To You
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WrongDo you know what’s wrong with me?
I just don’t know right now.
Real confused, full of self doubt,
I don’t know anything right now.
What’s wrong with me?
Why am I wrong?
Is it because I beat a different drum,
Because I sing a different song,
Does it mean anything?
If I walked in zig-zag lines,
Or on a different street,
I’m sure it wouldn’t really mean
Anything.
But because high society,
Declared that I am wrong.
Does anyon Wrong
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Not-So Modern ProblemNot-So Modern Problem
Image. Looks. Superficial. Shallow.
That’s what matters most.
Not personality, brains, talent, or kindness. Image.
They say it’s not true. It’s what’s on the inside that counts. On the inside is what’s most important. Most taught that from the cradle. Still doesn’t make it true.   Ever since humans walked Earth, image has meant a lot. We’re trained according to the time period by what’s pretty and what’s not. That’s ugly. That’s beautiful.   Fat is an insult. Skinny Not-So Modern Problem
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VENTING SESSION

Sun Apr 5, 2009, 4:29 PM

I got advice that writer's block is your brain trying to sort thigns out. So, I'm gonna vent.

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Well, now that that's out of the way, *deep breath*

I haven't been able to think about a thing to write, my mom's moods are swinging dangerously, my uncle and my grandmother died in the same month, half the people who pretend to be my friends talk about me behind my back, I'm SICK of people talking about me, I'm frusterated, annoyed, hystarical, I have no one to talk to, the person I like asked out my friend who happens to be four years younger than him (two younger than me), I screwed up several times today, I want to laugh cry scream pull my hair out and do something, but I can't do anything! I'm questioning myself in every way possible and it's like I don't even know me anymore.

Wow. That feels better!

It sounds bad, but...strangley...I'm happier.

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