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❝JOLO❞
Note to self: Before you fall for someone, make sure they’re ready to catch you.
It's the good girls who keep diaries; the bad girls never have the time. Tallulah Bankhead
Well then, i can't decide if i'm good or bad.

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Saturday, June 27, 2009 @ 3:56 PM
It's hard being the one left behind. And it's hard being the one who stays and wait. Keeping yourself busy, to make time go faster that way. Yet love is mostly (not always) intensified by absence. Why do we have to wait. For results, for family members to come back from war, for good news, for bad news, for instructions, for replies, for answers, for solutions. Waiting is such a chore.


i miss compositions. i miss being engrossed in creating a story, where i put my shoes in the author, it could be another dangerous adventure, a criminal awaiting death, flashbacks, true stories, whatever it is, it's just a story, another world, someplace to get away from reality. i regret throwing them all away. Now what do i do.