| As seen in facebook.. |
[29 Dec 2009|01:19am] |
I just want to spam, and just want to write/type and just want to blog.
So here, I have copied and pasted and filled many notes from facebook.
Here they are...
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I confess that in 2009, I have...
( i confess... )
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Nights everyone. I am tired.
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| Meet Me Halfway. |
[17 Dec 2009|05:49pm] |
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It's done. I'm now officially a college graduate. I endured the ceremony, the party, and the aftermath and now finally have two days off to myself. In this short time I'm starting to hear what's really going on in this life outside of school. And I don't like it. I almost wish I was back in school just so I wouldn't have to deal with the problems that are now all around me. But I can't go back, can I? What's worse is knowing that no matter who I have around me right now, I truly feel like I am on my own. People don't genuinely care about one another these days, care about what they're going through and how they feel and I somehow think I'm different, but the truth is I'm not. No matter who says "I love you" or "I care about you" to me, their definitions of those feelings are completely different than mine. I hope that my problems are fixed so they go away so I can enjoy my months of time off. I would fix them myself, but the tragedy is there's nothing I can do. Everything would be solved if people would just meet me halfway. But no one knows what that means.
I think a lot of this weird mood I'm in has to do with Rita. I guess her murder affected me more than I ever thought it would. I guess, over time, she started to mean a lot to me in a lot of different ways, more than I realized. Now she's gone. I've always and will always have such a weak spot for women like her. I wonder if she was absolutely the definition of perfection in my eyes. Or damn near close to.
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