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| I quit you xanga.
I turn to Blogger now for some support.
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| We all end up in those nasty situations, the kind where we wish we didn't end up following through with our emotions and instead stayed with logic.
I hate hurting people, and I didn't mean for things to go like this. Sour. | | |
| You've been stood up many times before.
You've been waiting for three hours before the person makes it on time.
Your friend loves to smoke, and you know you won't be there once it starts again.
Then you question the significance of you being there.
What drives you, compels you to stay and take care of others?
Because, you love them.
Is it strong enough?
I can't understand logic anymore in this damn dorm, I am going insane. I don't wanna be home though. I just wanna leave again, somewhere new. Is UCI enough? My cousin posed the question last night at dinner... "Are you gonna stick with it?" I don't know. Well, I'm gonna stick with it for this year, but if I seriously am getting bored, I needa do something with my life. I really wanna join a panhellenic sorority.
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| So I'm back, and I know maybe I ask for too much.
Stupid, needy, helpless.
Then it hit me.
Fuck it.
Words, are words.
As they say, "Actions speak louder than words."
Entail, I say prove them wrong.
Prove me wrong. | | |
| Want flat out honesty? Want the truth, to splurge out, and to run through my veins, cleaning my soul inside and out? I can't. I never can say what's on my mind as others could. It just never comes out. What's on my mind, what I wanna say... It's just not there. And It makes me sad.
I am certainly alone. I am certainly as agitated as I am with my surroundings. People are stupid here. Seriously, some people I realize are either academically smart but just stupid and annoying, or.. well, you get it. Fuck, I don't know. I just want new again. To not care.
I realize I cannot hang out with certain people anymore. It just irritates me. I need to quit. It's ruining my relationships with people and just fucking with my head.
And you, leave me alone British Boy. You know who you are. You who drives a green mustang. Seriously, please leave my life alone. Oh sure I post shit but doesn't mean you tell the whole world.
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