:: miss me today ::

:: Wednesday, October 31, 2001 ::

i don't want to lose you.
all of you.

:: Desiree was irrelevant at 4:26 AM [+] ::
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it wouldn't matter anyway.
decisions are all made by ourselves.
i can choose to not be affected.
XD
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 5:47 AM [+] ::
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*old country singer voice* 'cause she don't give a damn about me!
...life sucks.
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 5:15 AM [+] ::
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wooooooooooohoooooooooo, jx!
i'm glad you like your hair.
i don't like mine.
after sitting in front of da fan for two hours, i've developed selphie curls. *pulls face*
gah, i'm a selphie-squall mix.
kaboing kaboing kaboing WHATEVER boiiiiiiiiiiing.
*pulls an even worse face*
also, the 7-11 at my place doesn't stock harry potter foodstuffs. disgusting.
[paranoia kickwall frenzy]
i like the poem.
but total freedom is never freedom.
still, one day, you and i, we'll BOTH be free.
even if it's short-lived.
i dunno, in your life so far, have you ever felt totally free even if it was for barely a minute or a few seconds?

:: Desiree was irrelevant at 5:08 AM [+] ::
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all of us are demanding to an extent.
i would.
trust me.
this sounds all plastic and fake, because they are simply words, nothing but little symbols which don't withhold my emotions.
but i love you.
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 5:07 AM [+] ::
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wow, this is certainly the time for frantic posting, after reading all your past posts.
we're all stranded on this small island, and the consequence of being saved is death.
still, it's not quite a desert island.
let's enjoy the ice-cream while we can.

:: Desiree was irrelevant at 8:17 PM [+] ::
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definitions are fun.
my definition of no exams: neverlasting euphoria.

i hate fanfiction.net.
:: Desiree was irrelevant at 8:13 PM [+] ::
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bwahahahahaha!
history's over, geography's tomorrow.
no.
more.
mugging!
bwahahahahaha!
*calms down*
it's been a long time since i last posted here.
always didn't have anything to say.
blogs are weird, the first few posts always soon funny, kind of forced and plastic, you know?
but once you get used to it, everything comes all natural and sounds like you.
now, at my own blog, everything is full essence of desiree.
i can see this blog is becoming essence of junxing too.
about your last few posts, fuck, i've gone through the exact same things except for heather.
i can't stand her blissful smile.
it's so annoying.
but, still, cute.
she'll get away with murder.
gah.
hey, it's true that poetry is a way of expressing emotions bottled up inside you, emotions you can never let out because they'd fit nowhere.
some people scream, throw things, bash up their family, but we've got it good.
since we're all non-violent people, i can safely say poetry is our only option.
poets get rewards for their happiness and their anger.
it's a no-lose situation.
pretty cool, say?
everything's gonna be over in less than a week.
*high fives you*
let's try again.


:: Desiree was irrelevant at 8:12 PM [+] ::
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