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I am done with livejournal--or rather I should have been a long time ago--but I am glad I had this to keep track of my abroad trip...and now I am moving to a different location for grown-ups, or so I am told.
Check it out here. http://kellyabarrett.com If that breaks over the years, which it might, if godaddy fails or I forget to pay the bills, then go here.
Cheers, everyone.
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[07 Dec 2009|05:41am] |
I'm trying not to miss you, but damn its not easy. But I get reminded by my friends: it is okay to miss, it is okay to be sad, it is okay.
One day at a time, its not easy, it just sucks knowing how easy it would be with your hand in mine.
But ill make it, I mean what other choice have you left me with?
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[04 Dec 2009|07:25pm] |
this is perfect this is great
seriously i couldnt ask for anything better perfect timing perfect place
yes to feeling happy yes to smiles yes yes yes
keep em comming. :]
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[02 Dec 2009|05:04pm] |
knock yourself out ;] hahaha
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[01 Dec 2009|12:54pm] |
a beginning and an end
what catches the floor to the ceiling? swiftly rushing from room to room. I'm draining! I'm draining. an exclamation, a statement no one hears but the thriving, overgrown plants and the blue curtains. it has happened, not in a hotel, not in a visited house
but in an eclectic, self named styled room. my own.
my head hangs in ache, my body quivered and untouched. the noise softens to a drowned tone, forced under by panic. its natural to feel fear, to feel anything, indeed. scraw, scrimped, scratched, scream.
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[29 Nov 2009|02:14pm] |
Dear Justin im done. im done. im done.
i tried to love you, you refused. sorry i am not going to SIT there and be MISERABLE, just because you did. Thats not how the world works. im better than that, and i deserve to be treated better. i should have listened to people when they told me to stop trying and to just move forward. everything happens for a reason, idk what that reason is, but fuck it, im not going to sit around and wait forever to find it. i deserve to be happy. i tried to love you, i tried to, but you honestly just dont want it. which is fine.
but this isnt my fault. im not doing anything wrong. i never did. i never cheated on you, ever. i never left you, up until this summer. one time, compared to your what 5? not to mention your dick sucking you got inbetween that, and than you went back to afterwards to finish the job.
congrats. go back to her. go back to who ever you want. i dont care. youre 22, youre not growing up anytime soon. sorry your mother couldnt fix this one for you. i really dont know what else to say.
youre so much better than this, yet you sink to this everytime.
dont bother commenting, dont bother writing and livejournal update, cause im done with livejournal.
im done with you.
i have every right to be loved, every right. and im going to be. there are 6 billion people in this world, a lot better then me, a lot worse then me.
my heart could get fucked over 80 more times, i dont care. im not going to stop until im loved and thats a good thing. i deserve the best.
and so do you, so go find it, move on, love again. i dont hold anything aganist you, minus the fact you sit and tell me i dont love you. because i do, i always will, forever. i dont care if you hate me, i really dont anymore.
this is highschool bullshit, and we are both better than this. heres to learning heres to moving forward heres to new memories and forever lasting ones
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[29 Nov 2009|12:41pm] |
i have to stop. i have too.
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[28 Nov 2009|02:24pm] |
we all know who our hearts belong too
its our deepest secret, but why? why are we so scared to be loved? why are we so scared to love?
holding on im holding on until my last breath
no matter what, we are going to mess up why cant we just accept that and move forward?
we are in love. we are in love.
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