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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.
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Sunday, November 12, 2006 7:12 PM
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Dear all,
All activity on this blog will be suspended until something actually worth blogging happens. Keep scribbling though!
Thank you.
Love,
minx.
All activity on this blog will be suspended until something actually worth blogging happens. Keep scribbling though!
Thank you.
Love,
minx.
minx wrote at12:18 PM
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Friday, November 10, 2006 8:05 AM
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The previous post was in no way meant to pointfinger/hurt/insult anyone. What possible comfort could I derive from doing any such thing?
I had no intention of making anyone feel insulted or degraded. God knows, I would never try to have someone feel the way I do every single day.
So, please do not be insulted.
That one thing could possibly have ruined everything I have worked towards.
What's done is done, eh? Then why does it pain so much? You are bound to say I'm overreacting, I'm sure of it. You know why? 'Cause I love you enough to know you that well. And just because of this, I hold it in and hold it in so it would never have to come out.
I had no intention of making anyone feel insulted or degraded. God knows, I would never try to have someone feel the way I do every single day.
So, please do not be insulted.
That one thing could possibly have ruined everything I have worked towards.
What's done is done, eh? Then why does it pain so much? You are bound to say I'm overreacting, I'm sure of it. You know why? 'Cause I love you enough to know you that well. And just because of this, I hold it in and hold it in so it would never have to come out.
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Seeing all of them talking all at once, fighting to gush on on their separate stories just made things feel so *ijustcantdescribeit*. I only wished I had a time-stopper on me. When was the last time it happened? My memory fails me. Each claims that they value this much more than anyone else. I guess they all value it but it defers in enormity in each one's book. No harm done, really. Your "much more than anyone else" is entirely different from mine and that's fine 'cause it's a sign that we're all human.
That was possibly the last I will ever have to do or could do for anyone. It was close to perfect and I hope everyone had fun.
Some were confused as to why I would go through so much and strive for perfection when I do things like that. It's simple and I thought it was clear. They have a special place in my books. They could do anything to me and though the hurt could kill my emotional intelligence, I'd still love them just the same.
This is no speech, it's something I know deep down.
She looks up at me with piercing eyes. Her eyes hold much more concern than I've ever seen in anyone else's. I didn't have to say anything. She understands perfectly well. No words were needed for her to get what I was feeling. She's sympathetic and that was all I really needed. I reached for her instead she gives me her version of a hug and walks away gracefully. She's the only one who notices enough to know the suffering I've suppressed inside.
At the end of the day, my refuge was in the gaze of an Ashley.
Seeing all of them talking all at once, fighting to gush on on their separate stories just made things feel so *ijustcantdescribeit*. I only wished I had a time-stopper on me. When was the last time it happened? My memory fails me. Each claims that they value this much more than anyone else. I guess they all value it but it defers in enormity in each one's book. No harm done, really. Your "much more than anyone else" is entirely different from mine and that's fine 'cause it's a sign that we're all human.
That was possibly the last I will ever have to do or could do for anyone. It was close to perfect and I hope everyone had fun.
Some were confused as to why I would go through so much and strive for perfection when I do things like that. It's simple and I thought it was clear. They have a special place in my books. They could do anything to me and though the hurt could kill my emotional intelligence, I'd still love them just the same.
This is no speech, it's something I know deep down.
- - - - - - - -
She looks up at me with piercing eyes. Her eyes hold much more concern than I've ever seen in anyone else's. I didn't have to say anything. She understands perfectly well. No words were needed for her to get what I was feeling. She's sympathetic and that was all I really needed. I reached for her instead she gives me her version of a hug and walks away gracefully. She's the only one who notices enough to know the suffering I've suppressed inside.
At the end of the day, my refuge was in the gaze of an Ashley.
minx wrote at8:05 AM
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