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What do you do if you think someone you love... someone you love very much, who's a good person and helps a lot of other people...
... what do you do if you think that maybe there might be something that they do that isn't right?
What should you do if you think that someone you love very much is doing something very bad every ni-
Well, not very bad just... just...
just I don't like it Just that's how it feels
Well, he's not doing anything bad really, not doing anything wrong... so why even ask this then? If he isn't. Doing anything. Wrong.
Is anyone out there any good at French? My dad says I need a tutor and he'll pay for a couple of hours a night, once or twice a week. I'm really bad though, so you'll be really earning the money... |
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| 10:45pm 31/10/2009 |
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mood:  dirty
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It's humiliating and disgusting enough... normally
But
Halloween is worse. Worse when he makes asks me to dress up.
I hate dressing up for him. Hate myself.
Dear Diary, please let me wake up and have died in the night. |
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| 10:54am 29/10/2009 |
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mood:  dirty
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It happened again last night.
I don't want to be left alone with him. That makes me a bad son. |
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| 09:24pm 26/10/2009 |
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mood:  blah music: all the go in-betweens - silversun pickups
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Once upon a time there was a river. The river was strong and flowed free.
One day, a man came along and placed a single brick in the river. The river didn't notice it, but day by day the man came back with more and more bricks, until soon the river was finding it hard to get by. It had slowed to a trickle on one side until bit by bit it stopped altogether.
The man had built a dam made out of bricks, and the river couldn't go anywhere. It waited there, and years and years went by while the man built a boat and floated out on the river, swam in it and enjoyed it all for himself.
The river could not stay calm behind the bricks forever though, and one day, it exploded free. It tore down the dam and drowned the man and ever since then it's been flowing the way it always used to, and only the bricks and the skeleton hidden on the riverbed remain of the dam.
The moral of this story is: I don't like my D&T project.
Also, I hate PE. |
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| 01:03am 25/10/2009 |
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name. DCJ contact. AIM failed wax wings GMAIL barbedwirekitty@gmail.com experience. masses how did you find 'a mixtape'? I already live here! ( BASICS ) ( PERSONAL ) ( BIOGRAPHICAL ) ( PHYSICAL ) ( OTHER ) |
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