tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70115052009-02-20T19:28:48.698-05:00You and me dancing the night away.. You can feel my heart beating so hard.. We look eye to eye.. But I'm swept away.. On a moonlit walk on the beach.. Watching the sunrise for the first time.. I'm in a trance for that one slow dance limes and raindropshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770906469236685112noreply@blogger.comBlogger474125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011505.post-55426832366806326822009-01-29T20:51:00.001-05:002009-01-29T20:52:45.354-05:00

Heh. I read through many, many, many of my old entries into this thing today. It's crazy how things change.

limes and raindropshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770906469236685112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011505.post-46678951159110412842008-02-27T21:42:00.002-05:002008-02-27T21:58:19.351-05:00

"So are you hatin' on me now?""No, I'm not hatin' on you?""Well, I didn't know if the tie was hostile or not.""Not entirely.""Well, speak your mind. What's up?""There's just been a lot on my mind lately, but I gave you the tie because it has been sitting in the same spot since Homecoming. I just needed to give it back.""Anything else? I know there's more.""I'm okay, really. Were the Netherlands

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Had three. Now zero.The first has been. and always will be, a liar, so I guess it's only fitting. Responsibilities, he said. The choice between two people he loved, he said. Convenient, really. A lie the whole time, I knew. Friends, of course. So much better than before. It boggled my mind, really, but I certainly wasn't one to complain. The past week has been anything but normal, but he's been

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This is the first time in a very long time that I can honestly say that I don't feel anything. I don't feel happy or sad, excited or nervous, loved or hated. I don't feel anything.I think it's ironic that I'm being preached at by people that can't even live the words that they're saying. They can pray for me, but they won't consider the idea of NOT spreading rumors and gossip. I'm a whore, they

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"Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect and I don't have to be. But before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean." - Bob Marley"You didn't lose your two best friends, Ab. You lost two good friends. If they were your best friends, you wouldn't have lost them." - Nathaniel"You and me? We'll just run. I was dissappointed when you told me, but I was your

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i8yourbluecrayon: I can understand what you're saying though. It's like a tease, just a little taste and then you have to wait for what feels like forever for the next serving.Well, here I am. Back again. Absolutely out of my mind.

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I've become comfortably numb. Sort of. Every word of every line that Nate throws in my face is completely deserved. As vicious as those words may be, I have to take it. I put him through an inconcievable amount of pain. All for what? My happiness? Lately, there's no such thing. I'm dating Thomas, but I'm incapable of feeling anything. I like him, but in the grand scheme of things, is that what's

limes and raindropshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770906469236685112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011505.post-56989382764287389952007-10-07T17:06:00.001-04:002007-10-07T21:16:59.048-04:00

I am incredibly predictable. Every time, every few months, I come back to this place. Each entry contains feelings that can't be expressed to the general public, or to anyone at all. This time, it's a little different. So, this one's for Grace, my best friend in the whole entire world.Just like last time, I'm still scared out of my mind to say the things that I'm going to say. You are my best

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Music > Playlists > Abitha > chickennoodlesoupdailyhugsmixtapesjack'smannequingoodloveisonthewaylatenightslongtalksandeverythingelsethatcanpossiblyfitbetweenthetwoofus.Fireworks5:19RunLove and MemoriesJessica

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Damnnnnn itttttt.It's only the third freaking day of school and I can feel it starting again. It's a glorious thing, but it's destined to destroy me. Even still, nothing can stop me from looking forward to.. whatever it may be. Here's to my weakness. Here's to you, here's to me. Here's to our iambic pentameter and rythmic schemes. Here's to our motion. And whatever comes along with that. I'll

limes and raindropshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770906469236685112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011505.post-23212537550984962322007-06-08T09:18:00.001-04:002007-06-08T09:32:35.919-04:00

This is like an addiction. I have to feed it every once in a while to keep my sanity. I come back to this place when things go wrong, and when I have no one else in the world to talk to. I've reached that point once again. My friends, my boyfriend. No one. I've been fighting with myself for the past few days, but I've finally come to the realization that I'm not wanted. I'm not welcome anywhere.

limes and raindropshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770906469236685112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011505.post-11790795921161019152007-04-27T22:47:00.000-04:002007-04-27T22:54:48.328-04:00

I feel used, and I feel empty. Something is just missing, and I can't seem to place my finger on it. I'm not quite satisfied, and I feel like that makes me a worse person.When it comes to Kevin, I don't know. I feel.. lots of different things. He makes me laugh. He makes me smile. He makes me nervous. And then he makes me mad. It's ridiculous how something so little can make my heart hurt like it

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legokev6: Someday we'll try you and melegokev6: but in the mean time.....goodnight Abitha

limes and raindropshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770906469236685112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011505.post-1175891848042196552007-04-06T16:12:00.000-04:002007-04-06T16:39:46.363-04:00

I don't trust people very easily. I never have, and I don't think that I ever will. Wednesday, I walked out of school, and I saw Nate standing by his car talking to (none other than) Kelly. In that moment, so many thoughts started flying through my head. My insecurities have always taken the best of me, just like they did at that moment. And just like always, as soon as something solid is shaken,

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Happy 2007.It makes me kind of crazy to think about all of the things that are going to happen this year.This year, so many of our close friends are going to graduate and move away, leaving us here in little old Boiling Springs. Nate's graduating this year, and going 2 hours away from me. This year, we become Seniors; we get to be on top of the school. We will finally win PowderPuff. I will

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Mary Beam.August 12, 1921 - November 18, 2006.We love and miss you.

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You called me last night on the telephoneAnd I was glad to hear from you 'cause I was all aloneYou said, it's snowing, it's snowing! God, I hate this weather.Now I walk through blizzards just to get us back togetherWe met in the springtime at a rock-and-roll showIt was on the bowery when it was time to goWe kissed on the subway in the middle of the nightI held your hand, you held mine, it was the

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Once again, I've found myself losing control. I've lost control of my family and life. It's like a ritual. When something happens, I blast my music as loud as it can possibly go, and I come here. I run back to this place like a safe haven. I can write freely all of my thoughts and feelings. I know you feel helpless nowAnd I know you feel alone. I went to see her again today. Yesterday, she was so

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And here I am again. I find myself in this place far too often than I should. That point in my life where absolutely everything that can go wrong does. It's the worst feeling in the world, by far. I'd like to say that I have a lot of friends, but I don't. There are the few that have stuck with me, and then the rest of them are two-faced. They're friendly to your face, but they stab you in the

limes and raindropshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770906469236685112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011505.post-1160329626259410822006-10-08T13:46:00.000-04:002006-10-08T13:47:06.283-04:00

No matter what happens between the two of you, he never wants to see you hurting. He cares, Abby, and he always has. Sometimes he just had to hide it. I need you to know that. He never left you. His heart broke when yours did. He keeps tabs on you; wondering what you're doing, how life is treating you. He's curious. He's curious because he cares about you. He has a funny way of showing it. So

limes and raindropshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770906469236685112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011505.post-1154280395076866442006-07-30T13:11:00.000-04:002006-07-30T13:30:25.813-04:00

I don't quite know how to say how I feelThose three words are said too much They're not enough Love. While most girls claim love to be their best friend, I submit that it's actually a girls' worst nightmare.Or maybe it's just my worst nightmare. That's entirely possible. This feeling is terrible: Doubt.Yes, he said that he loves me, and I don't doubt that his intentions are anything but good. I

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So here I am again. I have found that every time I overthink something, my thoughts and feelings get written in here. Why? Because this is only read by the most important people in my life. They already know everything that I'm thinking, they already know all of it before it's written down in this form of a diary. To everyone else, it's lost. And thus begins my mundane rambling for today.What is

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So is it okay if I miss him? Because I do. I know that I've got everything that I could ever want, everything that I could ever need, but that doesn't stop me from thinking about him every once in a while. I wonder how he's doing, I wonder how life is treating him. And I think about what I could do to make him realize that I'm still here for him. Or I think about how I just want everything to end

limes and raindropshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770906469236685112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011505.post-1147656016768362042006-05-14T21:19:00.000-04:002006-05-14T21:20:16.790-04:00

"I won't let anything happen to her. I care about her too much."---The best feeling in the world? Feeling protected and cared for. Thanks.

limes and raindropshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04770906469236685112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7011505.post-1147546139770669852006-05-13T14:44:00.000-04:002006-05-13T14:48:59.806-04:00

I'm so afraid to love you, I'm more afraid to loseClinging to a past that doesn't let me choose..My past. It's going to be the death of me. I'm so afraid to give him my heart, because every other time, it's been ripped apart. And to be completely honest, I can't take that again. My life has been a merry-go-round of heartbreak. Same story, different people. Every time. It's made me bitter, it's

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