Everybody gets paranoid...Right? I'm not the only one who looks at a group of girls and thinks, Oh god, please tell me they're not laughing at me. I don't know why, but that kind of stuff just freaks me out. I feel like they're planning to jump me or something. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I really am just paranoid...

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What can I say about my sister? A lot actually. She can be a pain. But...Somehow....I love her...Somehow. She doesn't know what a big part of my life she is. I never tell her because she'd never believe me. She doesn't believe a lot of things...
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I shed my tears when I think about him, although I get butterflies everytime I see him. He makes me sad, but also happy. I can no longer trust my feelings, as they lie to me. I hate the way I feel when I'm with him, because I don't want to be happy or sad. Feelings that play trick on me, that don't make sense. That lie and decieve me. I hate those feelings I get in my stomach, like I've dry-swallowed a huge pill. Or I've just had a heart attack.

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There's something about life that could never be replaced...Something that couldn't go into oblivion. Not like other things...Like life, and even love. It's called your choice,,Your sense of judgement on what you want...On what you feel right for yourself, or other people. It cannot be taken away. If it is, well you would surely go insane. You feel regret for everything in life that has ever happened to you. Everything...Good or bad. It would surely be a misery.
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I feel like I should tell him how much I love him. He probably is certian of that by now though...I don't want him to be creeped out or anything. I want everything to stay the same. But everybody else knows, why wouldn't he know? I love him with all my heart. Even though love leads to heartbreak. And pain. And no one would care about that. No one seems to want to get thier own life and stop messing with mine. I don't care if he just wants us to be friends. At least things wouldn't be differen...
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Imagine a world that was at peace with the obvious. Imagine a character as colorful as you are. Your perfect match that like what you do, but you both still argue the same way. Imagine if you will, anything you could ever want, anything. Getting anything you ever wanted, without having to ask for it. Now imagine getting everything you ever wanted. Only having to ask a million times a day until you get it. That would make you selfish wouldn't it?

Imagine people caring about you, without having ...
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Some people want the finer things in life. Glamour, glory, shiny earrings, braclets, neclaces. Perfect hair, clothes. Perfection exists in the mind. Is it true that all that glitters is gold. Not silver, or bronze, or Cubic Zirconium (Fake Diamonds) People don't appreciate what they have until it's gone. The things that seem to get them through the day. I have tasted that poison, as we all have. There have been times when I haven't, but that poison can turn deadly. Very quickly.

Of the things ...
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So, here I am. Waiting to see if you really care. But hey, who really does. I'm just waiting to be free. Free from the drama, free from my personal Soap Opera. Free from everything. It seems like I have no reason to live. But then again, there's always a reason. There's a reason for the hate, for the crime. For the deaths of loved ones. For your personal hate, for your personal crimes. For the days you've died a little inside. I'm not trying to relate to you. And I honestly don't want you to ...
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