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i wanna be with you.
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[12 Aug 2005|09:38pm] |
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you've gotta know to hustle to make it in this town cuz competition stiffens every night.
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[02 Aug 2005|03:03pm] |
i think i miss you most on wednsdays & saturdays
so yesterday i was in the car with my sister and my friend and i saw the back of this boy's head. he looked cute from behind and it made me smile and look again.. my thoughts at the time: "CUTE BOY!!!!.....ex-boyfriendddddddd."
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[12 Jun 2005|05:00pm] |



i love my friends.
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[31 May 2005|05:58pm] |
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And so it seems my luck never fails. As soon as things are looking up and I think I can finally be content with them, it's all different then what I thought. It's as if I'm meant to build myself up only to fall back down and each time make it hurt even more. And so the story doesn't change. I'm confused beyond words and I just don't know what to do. My heart is hiding from me now because it has no idea of which way to turn, what direction to go; in fear of making a mistake. But loves all about those, isn't it? Making mistakes so that you can stumble into your next relationship with lessons learned from the ones in the past. Maybe I'm all wrong here. Perhaps I have no idea what I'm talking about. And so I'll sit here, as clueless as I was when I started writing this, and I'll listen to my music that seems to make my heart dance. I'll let the music be my escape because it seems as though nothing else will help, at least not now.
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[31 May 2005|05:54pm] |

what's it like in new york city? i'm a thousand mile away but girl, tonight you look so pretty, yes you do - times square can't shine as bright as you; i swear it's true.
i want a boy to write a song that cute about me. oh yes, and new york was lovely when i went.
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[31 May 2005|05:35pm] |
BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS. BOYS.
make me cry.
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[26 May 2005|04:36pm] |
she had warm summer eyes that flickered like fireflies, when she stared at the world
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number one fan - holiday in spain |
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i miss you. ♥
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[18 Apr 2005|05:50pm] |
don't you love it when a song is so beautiful it makes you want to cry? i do.♥
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