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Dec 9th - 12:16 AM] |
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Whenever I have no one to vent to or complain too I always lean on my livejournal I'm sitting in my break room with eyes filled and I'm about to lose it. People make their beds and don't want to lay in it afterwards. I made mine and its quite comfy so fuck you your a horrible boss and you did this to yourself and next time you mention him and wanna put in your two sense don't because I'm waiting the words are on the tip of my tongue your not my father. I just want to go home and watch dexter kill someone that's all I wanna do someone fast forward the time. Fuck cvs fuck fuck fuck
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[Saturday
Jul 18th - 6:45 AM] |
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Is this a fucking joke?
I hate my eyes
Why do you give up so fucking easily?
I've never given up
put your arms around me
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[Monday
Apr 6th - 7:25 PM] |
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I wanna wake up where you are...
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[Tuesday
Feb 24th - 12:15 PM] |
To be lost once I understood that I really am quite found
But often the state of found is merely a state of caught...
I have noticed that I do have something to say, to speak of, more than one too, lots of things, they're all in my head.. but I'm concerned that they're so entirely useless, disjointed and probably vague that I think I may of given up talking all together?
So this is it, I cannot sit here and express how much I love livejournal. It really was a place for me to just get away and put my head to rest. I just can't take much of anything anymore, especially my heart.
I’ve discovered that Love is very easy and rarely a problem. But it is people… relationships that are hard. Often you can find yourself on the brink of the worst type of feelings. Resentment, almost hate. And not because of a lack of love, but because of a lack of understanding. No, not a lack of understanding, but the apathy that causes you to lie down and not try to understand. People carry with them their own motives, their own dictionary of symbolism. One person’s picture of a house will more than often be different to the next persons. And so, when I show you my house you will say to yourself “this is not a house, this looks more like a cottage”. You wouldn’t want to offend me and say to me my house is really a cottage. The misunderstanding begins and before we know we are fighting over the difference between a lily and a tulip. We often forget that a flower is still a flower and a home can be a house or a cottage or anywhere you lay your head at night.
I went to a fortune teller last night, and well...
everyone take good care, and put on a smile once in a while.
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