Saturday, July 31, 2004
Im in an awful mood. Horrible. I am so incredibly sick that I feel as though I might keel over any second now and die. Ever had that feeling? Like you need to just fight for your life? Ew. I know I sound dramatic. Maybe. I just feel like poop. Terry left this morning....f*ck I miss him hardcore. My body just wants to shut down. I have never been so emberassed. I greened all over some guys car. I had a flashback to my childhood, puke came out my nose...pleasent huh? Im sure you wanted to know that. Its been years since that has happened. Usually I would just beg, beg for someone to pull the trigger, but not this time.....Im living for Monday.*Shara
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I have no intentions to please anyone, I write in this for my own purposes. My own outlet. My own place to say what I want, when I want and how I want. With no worries of who I may offend. My belief is writing forces you to organize your thoughts, which helps you to gain control over what is happening around you. It releases stess. So here it is...straight up.
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Here's 2 the crazy ones, Misfits, Rebels, Troublemakers, Round pegs in square holes, The ones who see things differently. They aren't fond of rules, And have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, Disagree with them, Glorify or villify them. The one thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push us forward. While some may see them as the crazy ones, We see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough To think they can change the world Are the ones who do.
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