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Dreams in Color: how blue can you get?
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Thoughts, rants, and dreams. How blue can you get? I don't know what's going on. Things are fluctuating so fast. Like holding on to an angered bull. But hardly grabbing life by the horns. Rather, getting impaled by it. It's a little weird at times. And what i know, i know for sure. Why does the approach matter? Why did my words hurt? I was being honest. And i didn't want to hurt her. What i said doesn't mean that's what'll happen immediately. What am i on about? Fuck if i know. My guitar is not enough.
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Dreams in Color: March 2009
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Thoughts, rants, and dreams. I actually feel my age. I dont have the patience or energy much anymore. I have been pretty much messed up and all over the place lately. I don't even remember much of the things i have done. I guess marc's birthday was really cool. we just chilled and played guitar. and got him a ukulele. and went to newton. A couple friends from high school are back in town and i'm not too keen on that cuz all they do is party. and i can't handle that anymore. Monday, March 16, 2009. I have...
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Dreams in Color: buried under lucky numbers.
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Thoughts, rants, and dreams. Buried under lucky numbers. So the last time i wrote was what? I'm writing now. again. I think recalling the events of the past year would be redundant. It's for my thoughts to learn from. It's only here that the rhetoric will be shared. All i can recall from the last time i was alive. Between silhouettes and shadows. Through the reflections in the glass. At a tear-drenched face. The details were unclear. There was already too much distance between us. Not squinting to see.
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Dreams in Color: February 2009
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Thoughts, rants, and dreams. I got back last night. I had an awesome time with link and ash in JB. Barely slept, but it was awesome. just chillin like we used to last summer. Good food. driving around. hanging out. crackin jokes. Saturday, February 28, 2009. It's been a very slow day. Thankfully, deeja called and suggested dinner. Also, i'm heading to JB after dinner. Gonna meet link there and just chill out. I will be back friday afternoon. Wednesday, February 25, 2009. And the day has taken off. I thin...
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this is the header: November 2011
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This is the header. This is the description. I watched Toy Story 3. With Nick and he got all teary eyed at the end. No" *pouts with red, wet eyes*. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). On the way to being the best I can be for me, and if that helps you, so be it. View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget. Fuselage 6 of the 13th bench. Sleep, the weekend. I watched Toy Story 3. All content on this blog is personal and should not be used against or held liable for persons.
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this is the header: June 2014
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This is the header. This is the description. He's convinced himself of this to cope with everything he did to you. He doesn't want to accept that he could act so terribly without being forced into it. Try and put it out of your mind. He's going to keep doing shit like this. He's good at absolving himself of guilt. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). On the way to being the best I can be for me, and if that helps you, so be it. View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget. Sleep, the weekend.
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this is the header: Sabotage.
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This is the header. This is the description. 14/1/13 3:04:10 PM: nicolai: I miss u. 14/1/13 3:04:19 PM: cardejah: Me too. 14/1/13 3:04:29 PM: nicolai: And I think we should fuck the bs and try and get married. 14/1/13 3:04:45 PM: nicolai: And move in together as a result of our marriage. 14/1/13 3:04:49 PM: cardejah: Are u sure? 14/1/13 3:05:07 PM: : nicolai: So in the summertime, I'm going to try and come to sg. 14/1/13 3:05:19 PM: nicolai: With a guitar for ur pops and a ring. 14/1/13 3:09:24 PM: carde...
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this is the header: September 2013
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This is the header. This is the description. Between how it is and how it should be. I'm supposed to be cruising down Mar Mikhail in a blue and white Citroen right now, but I'm not. I am instead in bed (as I have been all day), stuffing my face with cheesy wotsits and caramel biscuits, and washing them down with bottle after bottle of water (praying to Dionysus that it was wine instead), binging on America's Next Top Model and feeling fucking pathetic. Why did humans have to be programmed with them?
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this is the header: Weary
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This is the header. This is the description. Now all the pieces keep falling faster,. Your letters spelling disaster,. I wish I was in Paris getting plastered. Cause all this masquerading's. Started my façade fading. Turned my quiet heart to hating. It is that we've been waiting for . That every word that I'm speaking. Will poison the chance that you're listening. I know that you think you'd be missing out. That we can't make out or make up. But even if we black out and break up. We're not ready yet.
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this is the header: December 2011
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This is the header. This is the description. May 21st 2008 - first loves. I find myself in a philanthropic mood today, so this may be one of the few opportunities to peek under the armour, though I suppose I can't help but temper my words to some extent. I hope your birthday went well and that things on the whole are going better for you. How goes the pursuit of love? PS Keep this email, even when you decide you hate me. *grins and moves visor back down*. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Sleep, the weekend.
