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[03 Sep 2007|12:09am]

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yes. i realize i spelt disappear wrong.
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[03 Sep 2007|12:32am]



I can finally fully accept and believe that you wanna be with me forever.
I know you're not like all those other guys I've dated before
Who have told me the same thing.
Why?
Because I can see it in your eyes and everything just feels right.
And my whole life every sign has pointed to you.

I never would have known what my street name meant
Until you told me it was your last name in Spanish.
And I've lived there my whole life.


I know we're perfect together.
I love you RDB.
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[03 Sep 2007|11:01am]
[ mood | embarrassed ]


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[03 Sep 2007|12:06pm]
[ mood | crushed ]


My dad hates living here and he's trying to sell the house.
He just called the guy who wants to buy it.
My mother doesn't really want to move and neither do I.
He said that all the nice houses we can move into doesn't allow pets.
I'm not going to get rid of my pets.
End of story there.
He yelled at my mother and threw things at her and made her cry.
I want to stand up to him and yell but I know I'll be the next.
All he does is yell at us.
Mom just came in and said that we are going somewhere.
She doesn't know where.
This honestly has got to stop.
I don't want to move.
I only have the rest of my 11th year and my 12th and I don't want to move now.
My friends and my grandparents are here.





Sometimes I just feel like running away.

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[03 Sep 2007|10:49pm]
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[03 Sep 2007|11:19pm]
i wish you'd
stop texting me
stop calling me
stop telling me about your new tattoos
stop fucking telling me about your new haircut
stop writing cute things on my boxes when i get food from your work
stop asking me to take you to mcdonalds at 2am for breakfast
i don't want to know.
i don't want to care.
i don't want to ask how your haircut is different from how it was.
i don't want to ask about your new tattoo.
but i can't fucking help but not want to.
i want to not be able to say no when you ask me to take you places.
just fucking stop having any contact with me.
its giving me fucking hope that you just might want to get back together with me
and i'm pretty positive it's not going to happen.
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