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Alotta my pals say that I am pretty random, and i like to think out side of the box alot. Im pretty crazy but not in the straight jacket sorta way ya kno. I like to send letters to my friends cuz everyone likes to get real mail every once and a while. I also like to leave messages on answering machines. Those are a few joys in my life. Another joy in my life is my friends. They put happy into my life just being there. They are my favorite people and I would do anything for them. There are many other joys in my life such as my dog and writing. There are sum downs too but the good stuff makes up for it. Ya can't let the bad bring ya down too much bcuz then life gets a little harder everyday cuz its just bringin ya down. Movin on, Im kinda spastic and goofy and thats aways fun. I like to have fun and smile and have a good time. I'm never usually serious but sometimes I am when I write. Other than that, I usually am never serious cuz its just not me. It would just be weird. But hey I'm weird too and sponaneous so ya never know what to expect outta me I am just a firecracker that just never stops goin. Ya think the pop stops but no it keeps on goin. I can also be refered to as spark plug cuz i dunno i guess im sparky but okay. Thats about all the main stuff, you'll learn the rest in time.
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Unimportance making a visit, pay no attention. An unhushed heart speaks of it's lack of bandaids.
I feel as though I've wandered off trail, I dont know where to go. I'm lost and waiting to be found... selfish and alone. What good does a heart when it reminds you of your sorrows? Every beat is an empty scream... "Please, I want to be loved...this worlds to scary to be alone." A cry to a deaf ear, helpless in my own hopeless love. My heart is starving for returned affection... I can count my kisses, I can count my hugs. I can barely even cuddle anymore, I havent had the chance to think nothing of it. I could cuddle for hours if I had the opprotunity; no takers? I've gotten accostumed to stuffed animals anyway. All this love...no where to go I can only take so much denial. I need to feel wanted, I want to feel loved, I wish to be in someones thoughts... Just sitting around reading a magazine maybe, and spontaneously I appear in their mind. And maybe it'll brighten his day... just the idea brings some light into these blurry blue eyes, tear stained from the wrath of emotions. Sometimes I wish I didnt have a heart, Maybe I would be happier not feeling. But all i know is Im bitching and moaning... Im sure theres something to be happy about. Yet right now I see nothing, I feel more whole when I close my eyes... and look back on what once was. Jenny at 12:20 AM
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