Life
Journal Entry: Mon Sep 12, 2005, 1:06 PM
I'm sitting alone in a large, cold room. The only sounds I can hear are the muffled sounds of the cars passing by and the tapping of the keys as I type this. Most of my friends have left And I will not see them until december. They have gone to college to move on and make something of themselves, while I stay behind. Same old town, same old routine, only now I'm doing it all by myself. I feel like a rock in a stream. Exsisting, cold and stagnant and watching the world rush by.
Devious Comments
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♫Feel the Beat now, and if you got nothing left;
Sing I don't wana be In love, I don't wana be in love.♫
*huggle*
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You have personal habits that would make a monkey blush....
Must...seek...revenge....
Aha! Beat that
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-"to kill one is a murder, to kill a million is a statistic" Joseph Stallin-
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-"to kill one is a murder, to kill a million is a statistic" Joseph Stallin-
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You have personal habits that would make a monkey blush....
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