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    dotsJournal: pour ceux...dots
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    Mood: Thinking...

    pour ceux qui peuvent lire ceci, je veux commencer en disant merci... je ne sais pas pour quoi mais... merci. tu sais, ma mere est mort maintenent et beaucoup de gens me dit que c'est terrible, et leurs visages me dit que je ne doit pas etre vivant maintenent parceque elle est mort. mais en realite c'est n'est pas aussi grave. honnÍtement elle etait un grand parti ma vie mais elle n'etait pas MA VIE. Aujourd'hui j'ai vu ma professor de francais quand j'etait en l'elementaire. Il etait come mon pere a l'ecole. Il savait ma mere tres bien, ils etaient des amis... quand j'avais arriver chez moi j'avais penser... si je le dit qu'elle est mort... comment va t'il rťagis? j'ai commencer a reflecir et rappler les reaction des ceux que j'avais deja dits. chaque person a dit ou reagi la meme maniere. Je pense qu'il aurait offrit ses condoleance. J'aurais dit la meme chose que je vous ai juste dit... c'est n'est pas grave. meme si elle est mort, la vie continue tu sais? c'est n'est pas seulement moi. Je sais beaucoup d'autre gens qui peux dire la meme chose. La vie... MA vie continue... sans elle...

    ...Created 2006-11-16 17:30:15

    dotsJournal: crapdots
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    Mood: Thinking...

    why is my life so seem so unbalanced and yet balanced? I have an amazing guy, great grades in school, an awsome family, very depndable and caring friends, and am getting along A LOT better with my dad. However I sometimes notice the negative things alot more and it causes me to break down completely. :( I've lost my mother, I'm a spoiled kid who is now POOR, I'm loosing my best friends, and many people this year think I'm annoying or they hate me. It's mainly little freshman, but it still bothers me. Mabye it bothers me so much because I'm not used to it. :-/ I really don't like to be hated or disliked in any way. I mean I know my mother's right, I can't please everyone, but I sure would like to be liked by the majority. I can't believe how much I've changed, how much my surroundings have changed. I really wish things didn't change from the way that they were when I was in the 9th grade ... at the beginning of the year,... before my mom died. *sighs* if you'll please excuse me... I'm going to go cry now.

    ...Created 2006-10-10 17:40:05

    dotsJournal: AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!dots
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    Mood: happy, hyper, yet VERY tired

    AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! all I can say is SOLOMON! all I can think is SOLOMON! he makes my husband Jose seem insignificant (taking note that Jose isn't really my husband O_o he's not even my boyfriend)! I'm crazy about this kid! I really really really really really really like him. and he.... likes.... ME! he's almost perfect...."almost" only because he's not God. and God is the only one who is perfect. :) n'est pas? SOLOMON SOLOMON SOLOMON SOLOMON!!!!! lmbo *sighs dreamily* I can't wait till I get to see him again.... mabye this time i won't be so shy about it. *shrugs* *spontaneously jumps out of seat and squeals* yay... :D

    ...Created 2006-09-25 18:03:19

    dotsJournal: right when...dots
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    Mood: Sigh...

    Everything was going perfectly... now it won't stop raining. Matt and I are getting along better, I'm "married" to a college guy, have a crush on another college guy who has a crush on me and yet I dont' think he has enough time for me... or for a girlfriend at all. *sighs* right when things were perfect .... it just couldn't stop raining...

    ...Created 2006-09-05 19:26:26

    dotsJournal: Aw MAN!dots
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    Mood: *GASP*

    How to make a Doelle
    Ingredients:
    1 part anger
    5 parts arrogance
    1 part ego
    Method:
    Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Serve with a slice of sadness and a pinch of salt. Yum!

    For those of you who don't know me.... which I assume is most of you. I'm not arrogant! I couldn't believe that this was what I got! can you say RIGGED?!

    ...Created 2006-07-01 21:41:03

    dotsJournal: jeez!dots
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    Mood: Straightening things out...

    *sits down with perplexed look on face* Where the heck am I? What just happened? I don't remember anything. I think I might have hit my head... mabye that's where the blood came from. I don't know who I am anymore... or did I ever? Where's Al? I thought he was here. Isn't that his pocket knife? Holy CRAP! NO! AL! DON'T! *screams until darkness is all there is* *opens eyes* wait. I thought he killed me. Where am I now? I'm in the same room. Where's Al? I think I just imagined him. *touches head* no. he was here. I know it. Where did he go though? *Yells: Lathan? Daddy?* O GOD! *begins praying* *sees the knife again and passes out*

    THe eND

    ...Created 2006-03-14 19:42:29

    dotsJournal: crazydots
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    Mood: Yeay!!

    *uncontrollable screaming* OMGosh!!!!! I have a lunch date with Lathan!!! AH!!!! I'm soo excited. I asked him and he didn't even think about it. He said yes right away! *sighs with a big smile* *says dazzled* I think I'm going to faint...*ker-plop*

    ...Created 2006-02-24 09:36:43

    dotsJournal: dots
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    Mood: Sad

    *exhales deeply* I hate how noone cares about anything I say and I have been told this to my face. I don't think I'm going to talk to anyone but like my best friends Mabel and Dalny. Noone gives a shit why should I say anything at all then. It's a waste of my time and breath *tears roll down face* There is no reason to make my patetic existence known anymore... I'm not even sure there ever was. I am really not likeing my life right now and I don't feel that it's even worth my efforts of trying to improve it. I don't know. I might just take a vow of silence or something, something, something. If only I were in my mothers place. *sigh*



    MY SOUL DARKENS
    WHEN IT'S ALREADY DARK
    MY SOUL HARDENS
    WHEN IT'S AS HARD AS STONE
    MY MIND WEAKENS
    WHEN IT'S ALREADY WEAK
    MY HEART BLEEDS
    WHEN THERE IS NOT MORE BLOOD
    I'M TRAPPED IN A NEVER ENDING CIRCLE OF PAIN
    SOMETHING, SOMEWHERE I THOUGHT I COULD HANDLE
    BUT I CAN'T AND I'M TRAPPED AND THERE'S NO WHERE TO GO
    I'M STUCK IN THIS HOLE AND I WANT TO BE DEAD.

    ...Created 2006-02-09 08:54:15

    dotsJournal: WHYYYYY?!!!!!!!dots
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    Mood: Crazy

    Lmbo! *rolling on the floor* *stops abruptly* *sighs* I like Alvaro and I'm going crazy thinking about him. I miss Cade like crazy and I think Alvaro likes my best friend... How depressing is that?

    ...Created 2006-02-02 09:33:27

    dotsJournal: dots
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    Mood: Straightening things out...

    Okay my life is officially WEIRD!!!! my mother's dead, I broke up with my boyfriend yesterday and I have a crush on a guy who everyone thinks is creepy and a freak even though they don't know him. I like him for who he is -but his smile is a great bonus. ;)

    ...Created 2006-01-24 09:07:49

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    It means a lot to them, as it does to you.


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