| Im done with Xanga and hopefully with distractions.
Im shutting it down super soon though because right now it's too late and I have no idea where to look for that option anyways. So ill be doing that soon enough.
I have to close this down along with the memories. If I want to keep moving along I have to. Making sacrifices is on the list too.
For anyone who's been keeping up, this is my last farewell. It was nice reading your entries too? You can K.I.T with me through AIM...my s/n now is die lhipster die. Just copy and paste.
Much love and signing off, Nathalie. |
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| LaLa 0rAn6e: i onced loved someone like that
LaLa 0rAn6e: it felt
LaLa 0rAn6e: like i could never
LaLa 0rAn6e: stop
LaLa 0rAn6e: like i gave all i had
LaLa 0rAn6e: and i was going to rot because he didnt seem that way about me any longer
LaLa 0rAn6e: but trust me
LaLa 0rAn6e: life isnt like that
LaLa 0rAn6e: you dont live for a boy
LaLa 0rAn6e: you live for you
LaLa 0rAn6e: and you keep doing that
LaLa 0rAn6e: and watch love come around again
LaLa 0rAn6e: maybe in the form of conor oberst....
LaLa 0rAn6e: haha you never know! |
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| I was given the chance to audition for something today and I think I gave the performance of my 17 year old life.
These past few days have meant so much to me.
It's put me under strenous moments that I think ive been able to overcome as well as think out.
For this I am thankful...for too much actually.
No one reads this but im okay with knowing that. |
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| These are the kind of days I know ill be missing most when im all grown up and letting adult-ness take over.
I guess im just taking advantage before time runs out, but this is all still nothing to be proud of.
As of lately, ive been having these urges to write out situations and grudges in my head.
Things id love to think out loud but dont and would seem fucking great on paper.
I never do it though.
These magnificent thoughts and little things going on my mind, im always letting go of them.
Ive come to the conclusion they'd make some fantastic lyrics to a song too.
Maybe I should jump at the next spurge poetic/lyric attack I have and actually write it out, then post it on here.
Can you type constructive criticism? I just did.
Tommorow I may just spend a day with my aunt and beautiful little cousin and if not quite possibly do something with Odie.
I hope one or the other goes down like a zipper.
Yeah, I just came up with that lame excuse for a good ol' joke? Im so weird sometimesss. |
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