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getting quite good at this brooding thing... ugh. every time it happens i always get my hopes up!!! i keep telling myself its a stupid, vain hope but i cant help it! and then my hopes are shattered again and again. and why do i care so much? its not like i truely know them! why do i even give a damn? crying ugh. i am so sick of myself! why do i keep doing this! i'm just making things worse and worse but i'm hoping maybe it wont be so bad if i write it down. and yes people i know your thinking "whats wrong with this girl?" well you know what! a lot of things! and i'm keeping this vague for a reason cause what if the reason for my problems reads this? ugh. i'm truly beginning to hate myself right about now. i mean why does it friccking matter???? why should i care? ARGH! i'm so weak! i hate it! why can people do this to me? and still be so oblivious? damn it all! sincerely ticked at myself, jacky

Posted by: fancy-painted-boats- Sun Mar 23, 2008 @ 04:09am

Don't you just hate when someone says, "I <3 you."?

I mean seriously, all they're saying is "I less than 3 you."

Woot. Someone less than 3's you. Celebrate, why don't ya.

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Commented on: Sun Mar 23, 2008 @ 05:25pm


	STOP BEING MAD AT UR SELF rolleyes exclaim exclaim exclaim exclaim exclaim exclaim exclaim exclaim exclaim exclaim exclaim Love random comments feel free to look at my profile

Commented on: Tue Mar 25, 2008 @ 01:16am


	Ah! I couldn't quite follow your comment. Why are you angry?

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Commented on: Tue Mar 25, 2008 @ 04:18am


	Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more. --tennyson

Commented on: Tue Mar 25, 2008 @ 12:52pm


	nevermind...its a long story.

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Commented on: Tue Apr 08, 2008 @ 05:28am


	When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. -yeats

Commented on: Thu Apr 10, 2008 @ 03:42am


	that was beautiful, leo.

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