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Coward

Journal Entry: Wed Jan 23, 2008, 4:43 PM
  • Mood: Guilty
  • Listening to: Saturate-Breaking Benjamin
fuck
I'm such a coward
and it hurts

Eek!

Journal Entry: Wed Jan 23, 2008, 12:24 AM
  • Mood: Love Dazed
  • Listening to: Crazy Bitch-Buckcherry
I'm doing it all
All the cuteness
The missing him
The adoring him
Oh god I'm doomed
I completely fell for him
And I didn't even notice!
He swept me off my feet
And I was too caught up in his eyes to notice
I'm being so cheesy
Dragging out all the old cliches
I'm losing my mind
I'm going insane
I'm going to totally lose it soon!
AH someone save me!!
I'm getting so lost in territory I thought I knew
What the hell is happening?
He's just a boy
They're all the same right?
They all do the same things
They all make the same mistakes
So what's happening?
He's different, thats what
He's not like them
He's not them
He's not that

What the hell is happening to me?
There is definitely something wrong
Well, not wrong
Different, out of place, changed
Something has....shifted
Moved, grown, surfaced
I'm being such a child
So silly and simple
What the hell
Why can't I just think
"He's just a boy"
And stop feeling so silly!
Duh, I know why
I freakin love that kid
And he fits me right
Right there, you know
So no, he's not just a boy
He's my freakin boy
And I'm his freakin girl
And that freaks me out
In the best way possible
Because I'm just a girl

My Five Fingers

Journal Entry: Thu Dec 20, 2007, 12:09 AM
  • Mood: Artistic
  • Listening to: Evil Angel-Breaking Benjamin
Strength
Compassion
Honour
Respect
Patience

Uh huh

Journal Entry: Wed Dec 19, 2007, 8:40 AM
  • Mood: Zest
  • Listening to: Bittersweet-Within Temptation
  • Drinking: Hot chocolate
Thank goodness for hot steamy baths, without them, I'd just be as grumpy as everyone else. And now I'm ready to face the world, one evil Chemistry class at a time!

The Plot

Journal Entry: Sun Dec 16, 2007, 12:11 PM
  • Mood: Stunned
  • Listening to: My computer humming and Baby's bell ringing
Plotting, plotting,
Ever so much plotting
They could climb out the window while we get the goods
We could all meet up at a special place and trade what is needed
They could wait, hiding in the darkness
We could have grabbed what they needed and returned it to them
Then they could have exited the window, saying their final farewells
So many more things they could do
Shuffle through the house
Sneak out the back
Crawl away to secrecy
So many more things they could do
In the end
Their minds made up
They just walked right through the front door