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| Ohhhhh my gosh. Looking for confi stuff is the most unappealing thing to do. Especially with the prom season coming up and the rude salesgirls. Its like........ _l_ Hahah okay okay, that aside. Camp. Hehez, cant wait for P&W and the swanky mattresses. All the berms go fly kite. School is sianz. 'Nap time kiddos! Let's take a vision break!!' Haa..... Hang in there everyone! (Or call 1900-plz-dun-die.) Friends are people that touch your heart. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just because it was with them. They’re the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don’t judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. You all share something in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs and smiles. Friendship is the strangest but greatest thing in the world. I find my time with my friends the best times of my life. @BFF | | |
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| No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you. That someone will take all that you are and rip it to pieces, and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through the breakdown, you’ll learn something about yourself. You’ll learn that you’re strong. And no matter how hard they destroy you, you can conquer anyone. Contradictory to the past few lives i've been carrying, yesterday was doped. Favourite people ftwz. Jesus, Others, You. | | |
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Hate is a strong word. But i am strong, soo... i hate you. Three words, eight letters. Because for every now and then, the wound hurts and i got to have my imaginery other half shake me awake. I realise i have been wasting my life away. Succulent time. Life is short, but you made it seem like forever. But forever's now gone, and i do not believe in forever anymore. Sweet dreams. | | |
| I never understood how god planned my life. Why i could never be good enough, not even for myself. Why my favourite song always had to remind me of you. Why i never said how i really felt. And why memories hold our hands but people let go. I never understood. | | |
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