Holy shit, I actually miss blogging. My oh my, never thought I'd write in xanga ever again. I'm soo retarded; sorry kids, but you're retarded, too. IDK what it is about writing in blogs that's so fulfilling? Exploiting your problems over the world wide web feels good? I just don't know. Who cares? What is the point? What makes writing in a BLOG and writing in a word pad to yourself so different in fulfillment? It's like I want people to know every thought I have, every problem. I want to be heard, I want to feel "special" with comments and props. I guess I do understand it, but it's still stupid. What's worse are those people who just write their every move on blogs daily. Who cares??? Just keep a diary!

My feelings for blogging are complicated. I don't understand, and I do understand. I know the satisfaction, and I know the stupidity in it. Well...just felt like sharing that to you suckers out there.

This is the End of it all. What’s left are entries with photographs..because that can’t be erased..some poems, a couple of actual entries.

Goodbye- Monday August 15th

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PROM '05

THAT UP THERE IS LOSER BOY JOHNN. I HAD RESPECT FOR HIM ONCE. HE USED TO BE AWESOME, A BUDDY INDEED. BUT HE'S JUST A DIRTY SCUM. UNBELIEVABLE. go join ur fam..

AND THE LAST TWO WHICH ARE MY FAVORITE:

::BROTHERHOOD::

Drum Rolls Please.................................

After all the dancing, loving, swimming, and chemicals, I look like this:

and he stiiiill loves me 

I'd like to introduce you to my BELOVEDs <3<3<3

 any questions? ^_^

Tick, tock, tick, tock...

The clock stops when you stop.

One, two, three, four...

He comes and steps in your front door.

Five, six, seven, eight...

The other bitch is dead, you better run...

I see you, do you see me to?
I know you know, you don't know me.

Time passes by and I'm looking at you.
Run little girl, you can't hide.
Don't fear, my shadow will overcome.

I'm taking you all in.

Happy Valentine's day.

Tick, tock, tick, tock...