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Wednesday, February 23, 2011 12:17 AM
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Met up with bff for dinner. Had a lot to think about,but i'm glad that we met up.

Asked love to tell me story, so he chose the three little pig.he forgot what the middle pig used to build his house,so just anyhow and said the middle pig used shit. when the wolf come to blow down the house, he died because after inhaling the shit smell cause it was too smelly for the wolf. made me LOL.cute right?!!
im glad that he was there for me when i was feeling emoish.Being the one to make me smile.Thanks for making see the things i know but refuse to see. sorry for making you wait for an hour=[ and always staying up late.
"knowing that i have you,makes everything else alright."
you remind me of all the facts, the cruelty of reality. I have so much insecurities and they seems to be building up.
like you swing up so high,you are only waiting for the fall.
always being so careful because you want to avoid the hurt.
people change all the time, so who's next,when's it gonna be?
just like you said,hunger for power taints the heart. when's gonna be our turn?

*[[lenice]]*
-why people like happy ending so much? no matter how happy the ending was, it is still the end.



love,children can be cute too!

you are the souce of light when everything starts to turns dark and cold.


*[[lenice]]*


i’m just who I am, who I suppose to be.
bold italic underline strike
it's so over.


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