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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

Free Palestine!

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v Tuesday, December 16, 2003 v

Uh. I think I said it before, but I feel bitchy enough to say it again. The people youhang with can make you feel so big,but right now, I feel shit standing next to them: in my own person, just an individual...

-nsfaa-
She's pretty, talented, funny, and GAWD, ppl who like her are just ga-ga over her greatness.
just to state something... I don't really think she's tt pretty and her voice is ok-ok good.

-namn-
She's pretty, sociable, and has a great figure. She's terribly kind and patient and just fucking loved by everyoneeeee

wheeeeeeeeee...

-nsmt-
She's the funky gymnast, terribly atheletic, who's very intelligent, in many ways asides academic. She's super friendly and open and smart, and just damn admirable...

-ao-
she loves horses. So wtf? Wat's so fucking great about tt? tat's me. So wat... I mean... urgh... I love horses, but I don't ride them, I'm not good at them. I'm not good enough to be a leader at RDA, so what the fuck does that leave me with?


I'm fat. Ok, I give up all this faking... I'm a fucking fat fucktard. I have no resolve. I have like disgusting skin... even though my mum is the one forkig out big buck$ for all these ex skincare shits n facials... that's why I fuckin lie, because can you imagine how stupid and embarrassing it is?
To tell ppl, oh I've got a facial appt, when there zits are all over your face... like you're wasting your money, theres's no iimprovemtn.

I want to be that perfect chick, with that natural figure, glowing skin and dropdead looks... the ones tt'll invite mats to disturb you or guys to not avoid talking to you...
I make myself sound disgustingly handicapped, but I'm not. But I'm not happy. Sometimes, I look in the mirror, and think I'm quite ok-looking but after that everything just shattes...

Some poet once said... Beauty is but a flower wrinkles will devour, birhgtness will fall from air, Queens have died lovely and fair...

BUT YOU"RE ONLY YOUNG ONCE... And now's the time to feel beautiful, to know it, and to know ppl know it...
But I don't feel adored at all...

Why do I have this thing for shallow, materialistic features? Because I don't think I have anything on the inside to make me any prettier> I'm a fucking sinner, i'm a hypocrite, I'm damn lazy, I'm rude AND dull...I care about all this fame and reputation... II don't really like to tell ppl everything, i have no best friends because I don't want to share everything with anyone... Because they won't like me you see... the real me...

So maybe they'll find this one day... Maybe they wont...

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 12:08 am [+]