What is good about life if you are forced to live every day in the one place that you hate more than anything. Being punished for doing the right thing, even being hated for keeping secrets. Everyday that I am here I feel part of me dies a little. No smiles anymore, I don't even have tears. I am becoming a shell of the person that I once was. Sleep...Don't sleep. Makes no difference anymore. I can actually stay awake for 2 and 1/2 days. I have lost everything that has ever ment anything to me. I know if I give up...that will be it for me. Not that I have anything to show for my life. I am reminded how worthless that I am every day by the people that I gave everything up for. I guess I was just not ment to smile.
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Smile for me...tears are not aloud. Your too beautiful for that,
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Monkei on October 7I got your text, but I don't have free texting, which is why I didn't message you back... and I was deathly ill. Quite the birthday.
Things are super crazy. On good days I have time to eat... sleep occasionally. Some weeks I don't even get to go grocery shopping. I can't complain though, just really busy. How are you? -
Celtic Legend on January 12i love your backround and pic choices! they are the neatest thing!
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DreamReader on December 2, 2007thanks for the comment...haven't talked to you in forever...no I'm not mad at you I promise...my parents turned off my text messaging =[...oh well...what's been up with ya?
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jusaliltrubl : I think your a great writer.... on May 14, 2007you speak wit words through letters of poetry and it is beautiful...........
