tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11478871976543694182024-02-20T02:23:31.820-08:00If only.If only.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191532066462524445noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147887197654369418.post-66909842449788852742011-04-23T14:57:00.000-07:002011-04-23T14:58:16.716-07:00Letting Go.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/BU9FpM1N6ZA?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My goodness it has been a while since I have decided to get on here and type my thoughts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A lot has happened since I lost wrote.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lets see....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hm, well I'm still working my two jobs and attending school.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I got kicked/left my mother's place so I am temporarily living at my neighbors.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My car situation is keeping me in this town. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I am gratefully to have such great neighbors and best friend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got a new tattoo done about three weeks ago. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Didn't hurt as bad as I thought that it would. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Last night I went to a lock-in at church.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Had a blast and with my friends Ariana and Chris </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with a few others.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got on stage with them and started singing even though I haven't touched a microphone,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">since like 7th grade.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Supposedly I have a voice I can't hear because when I sing I feel like I sound off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But I think I might start singing more,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they might start a youth group band and I might join.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just might. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I want to try something new, but I don't want people to think what was she thinking.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't know I'm going to take some time to think about it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Money is completely tight right now </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">so I'm not doing much.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well time to get off of work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See ya. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>If only.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191532066462524445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147887197654369418.post-3567241221581362472011-01-24T18:27:00.000-08:002011-01-24T18:37:46.934-08:00Being alone it's depressing.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: small;">"But I don't believe you baby like I did before.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: small;">You're not sorry, no." </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: small;">So this past week I've been sick and of course it's progressed since then, went to the doctor's office today and found out that I have a sinus infection. Now I am on two more types of medications which now adds up to 5 that I take everyday. Geesh!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: small;">Hmmm, this weekend I got to hangout with Kali and some girls. Had a fairly decent night and got to see people that I haven't seen in a while. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: small;">I feel really distant for a reason that I'd rather not explain right now, maybe when I feel better and whole again I will decide to go into some more detail about what happened. But one thing that is curiously running through my head is why would I put a feeling inside someones head and make them think twice when you haven't even given me a chance. It just doesn't make any sense to me at all. I think that right now I am going to go write a poem to at least express all the emotions I am feeling right now into something that I can at least personal and get it out since I don't have anyone to talk to about this even though I wish I did. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></i></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">But I still am having a hard time with relationship. Why do they have to be so difficult? I mean one minute everything seems that it's going great and I'm all smiles and happy. But the next minute it's unsure and I'm just sitting here wondering what if and maybe not. So many mixed emotions, that I've never had to deal with when I was in high school. I know I'm not the only girl in the world that has had her heart broken. But I just feel like after all that I've been through my heart is in pieces and I just need someone to help fix it instead of breaking it all over again. </span></i></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><a href="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll160/merebear07/quotes%20and%20sayings/quote-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll160/merebear07/quotes%20and%20sayings/quote-2.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size: small;">I'm tired of the stupid little relationships, where I end up being cheated or screwed over in. I'm done with those now that I'm out of high school. I want something more, but I'm not sure if there is someone there for me. </span></i></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> Today I am going to the movies to see NO STRINGS ATTACHED with my best friend MEGAN! so today definitely should be a fantastic day and I can't wait for. Reuniting a friendship that I use to have in middle school that I have missed dearly (:</span></i><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/3YxaaGgTQYM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> This is my favorite part of the song, "Frozen inside without your touch, without your love darling. Only you are the life among the dead."</span></i></div></div>If only.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191532066462524445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147887197654369418.post-55940927944179338062011-01-17T19:10:00.000-08:002011-01-17T19:10:44.451-08:00Hatred is evil.For some reason my sleeping hours have turned from going to sleep at 12 am to 4 am. And of course today on my day off I could only sleep until 10 am. Woke up and of course I have to have stomach cramps, guess no gym this week :( when I'm finally motivated to tone my body up.<br />
So today I cleaned up my room for the first time in a while for like an hour and spent most of my day watching Season 2 of Bad Girls Club. I cannot believe that it's raining already, I mean it just snowed geesh.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Photography/umbrella-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Photography/umbrella-11.jpg" /></a></div>When my mom got home, I got yelled at for not feeding the dogs and she told me that my stomach cramps weren't an excuse. And of course we got into an argument and I've been in my room since then. My emotions have my insane today not sure why though, haven't been this moody in a while. Song to express my thoughts and emotions. Maybe tomorrow will be better even if I do have school and work. For now I am going to sleep. Good night (:<br />
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