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Suddenly, I feel very alone. Like I have no one to be with, no one to live for. No friends, no family that care. And this scares me. What type of person am I to make people I love run away? Am I really that monster I've kept hoping I'm not? Do you cry as I do?

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Why is it, that every time I get home from a date...I have an uneasy feeling? Like I'm not supposed to be doing something. Whether it's not talking to him..or the fact that I actually need to talk to him..or maybe it's because we are just "make out" buddies, and I need some sort of reassurance that what's going on between us isn't just some fling. That there could possibly be some feelings

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Soft blankets.Fluffy pillows. Damp grass in an open field, just down the hill a ways. Just him and me and my laptop with a movie. Nothing but the vast open world above. Twinkling stars light the night. 80% of my pheromones emit from the top of my head? Really?Stars turn to eyes. Beautiful. Passionate. Thrilling. Uncontrollable. Warm, soft lips. Itchy mustache. Dawn approaches. The stars fade.Not

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I think I may have finally finalized the courses I'm taking for Fall :) I'm super excited. ha. BIOL 1210: T, H-- 3:30-5:20pmHONOR 2212 (Intellectual Institutions): T, H-- 12:25-1:45 pmMATH 1070 (Stats): M, W, F-- 2:00-2:50pmBALLE 1230 (2nd year ballet): M, W, F-- 9:40-11:10am:D a total of 13 credit hours. tis perfect. I hope it all balances out with service and work though...

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So, I'm trying out my single's ward today. It starts in a half hour or so. Super excited, but scared at the same time. I have not been to church since Easter, and before that, I haven't gone to church in years. YEARS. years.....

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He said I had sass. But not in a bad way. "it's one of the qualities I like about you."I told him that not many people could handle my sass. "I can handle it. In fact, I love it."He said we're hot. Collectively. We make everyone's heads turn. But what is he trying to do?What happened to staying friends..?What happened to "It's not in the cards?"I guess we'll see.

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I love green eyes. . . .so much.

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I have weird boys talking to me..I don't even KNOW them. They kinda scare me. Like this guy on facebook who is friends with one of my best friend...he's all of a sudden telling me that we should hook up. This is the first time I have ever spoken to him. "Well I would have to say that you are very good looking."What kind of boy says that? 5 minutes into the conversation? That is SO awkward. What

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I've failed. Failed to accomplish the easiest task for many to perform. A task so simple, my little sister could do it for me. And she's eleven. I've failed at showing my true feelings. I've failed at opening up, and just saying what was on my mind. I've failed myself, and I've failed you.

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Stop, a voice says. Hairs stand on end. Chills run down the spine. Her eyes ever so slightly glance over her shoulder. A quick double-take confirms: no one is there. A shake of the head and onward she walks. But she can't eschew the feeling that some one is watching. She turns again, scrutinizing her surrounding, but she's unsure she's even seeing what's really there. "Nothing's there," she

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This is my first attempt at using oil pastels. Nothing spectacular. Just something simple. In case you can't tell...it's a sunset. Over water.

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How often I'll be doing these, I don't know. But basically, I'm given a word, and I have a minute to write anything about it. So here is the start of it. My word today: History. It may have only been a few weeks ago, or a few months ago. But what happened then is now history. Nothing to be continued. Nothing to be said anymore. It happened. It was beautiful, wonderful, and splendid. I wish I

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1. Watch tv. who doesn't?2. Play my guitar and sing off key on purpose.3. Paint. 4. Draw. 5. Facebook.6. Scrapbooking in an actual book. That you read. Insane. 7. Listen to music. 8. Listen to music and sing at the top of my lungs, pretending to be a famous pop/rock star. 9. Paint my nails over and over and over again. 10. When school is in session: Homework11. When school is not in session:

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So. I've decided I need to catch up on blogging. Not that any one reads this. But I feel the sudden urge to write everything. So if there are 10 posts in one day, deal with it, okay? Kthanks (:

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Don't text me. I mean, I love texting, and I love keeping in contact with everyone, but PLEASE. Don't text me at 2:00 in the morning. Don't text me, asking if I'm still up. I know I have a sleeping disorder, and more than likely, I will be up. But I will be TRYING to fall asleep. I don't wanna be disturbed from my half/awake stance just to start up a conversation with you because you're bored.

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Knock Knock.Come in! A cool breeze enters the room..along with a fresh scent of cologne. Butterflies begin to flutter. Muffled footsteps approaching the tiny kitchen.A smile greeted with my nervous twitch of the mouth. Heart pounding. Why must it be so loud?Chairs scuff the ground. Hugs given. Just one touch..taken back to a day and place that no others know about...Brushing of the skin, the soft

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I feel like life has been put on pause. I feel like life won't continue until I either A: start college this fall, or B: tell the guy I want to be with, that I want to be with him. I feel like life isn't being just. I'm doing all I can to be productive (enough) to last through the summer. Two jobs. I applied for a third? Starting piano lessons again. Getting ready for competition. Catching up on

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I've fallen in love. Not like...love love, but like..on the scale from 1 (crinkle) to 10 (marry me) i'm about a 6. I'm head over heels for this guy, and i totally shouldn't be. i know that he doesn't feel the same way..I'm just a little girl with a huge crush, i guess. It's sad...i can't stop thinking about him, i want to talk to him...but i can't. i just cant. and it's weird, this crush. It's

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It's funny how after 2 full days of flirty texts...nothing makes you feel so lonely. I miss him. Is that bad? I think I'm falling for him, but the problem is..I doubt he'd ever feel they same way. Why on earth do I do this to myself?

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It sucks to have to sit in the next room...and listen to your father tell your little sister that he's not going to see her anymore..and the reason why. It sucks to know that your little sister's closest friend is going away. It sucks to be the older sister of a child who's too young to understand the gravity of the situation, but still, she needs to know..And it sucks to sit through all this

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I decided that this is probably the best place to vent without putting any of my relationships in jeopardy. Lately...I've been having the hardest time with...everything. Not only is it senior year, and I'm developing a serious case of senioritis, but almost everything else around me seems to be tumbling down into ruins that are overseen, overlooked, and unacknowledged by every one else. This deep

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"dont worry," he said.worry? why should i worry?love can only last so long before it falls apart."trust me," he said.forever and always, why wouldn't i?but lies are told, and trust is lost."believe me," he said.i will this time..hopefully it won't happen again.but things don't always end up the way you hope them to be."nothing happened," he saidhow could nothing have happened?people fall into old

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“Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend.” - Albert Camus “Misfortune shows those who are not really friends.” - Aristotle “Your friend is the man who knows all about you and still likes you.” - Elbert Hubbard “You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two

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