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Happy writing.
- Confessional Meister
The time I spent with you was the happiest I had felt in ages.
I'm tired of being the one who misses you.
So I'm going MIA in the hope that for once, you will miss me.
I'm the one he wants.
I'm the one he wants.
I'm the one he wants.
I'm not used to being wanted. This is strange.
If I ever marry him, it would not be because of his awesome personality or his kind heart. Although both are true, it's his looks that I treasure him for. Combining my DNA with his would doubtlessly give me good-looking children.
I'm such a bitch.
Every time you mention a "her", I like to think that you're referring to me.
Although I did ask you once, when you mentioned a "her", if you meant me -- and you said no...
This isn't going to work out, is it?
anything... Life just happens to me, I don't 'feel' it very much at all. I must be missing so much.
The only girl that I have ever loved broke my heart into a million pieces. Its been almost a year and I still feel as bad as the day it happened.
There is no way I will be able to give someone else that level of trust and there is a part of me that believes I will be alone forever because of it.
I hate them.
Is it so hard for someone to pick up the phone and call? A "thank you" would be nice.
who thinks that some of their own Vox neighbors are annoying and stupid? They seemed so cool and normal in the beginning. Now I wish I could delete at least half of mine. Yet, somehow I keep checking their vox and leaving them comments. I should just take them out of my neighborhood. I mean, it wouldn't really matter.
You know what's really annoying? The young 20 year olds who think they're so very smart. When I was 20, I thought I knew everything, too. Also, you're not unique. Nor do you deserve to have everything handed to you.
Moms are kind of annoying, too. Sometimes I want to see what the mom is like. Not what their baby's like. Where'd your personality go, anyway?
A bunch of other groups annoy me, too.
But every once in a while I'll meet a really cool person. I guess they make it worth it.
