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:: 2004 2 March :: 7.21 pm
:: Music: Fur Elise-Beethoven

::O, Please, Leave::
Had a wonderful day. Not. Jeff came over today. He spoke to me. He really knew I was there, and he enjoyed my time. Thank you. He's upset. Mad at the world. I took the time to listen. He broke up with his girlfriend. Sad. I know.

I miss you already, love. I really want you to get home. Why aren't you here? You said you'd leave early. ::sigh:: O well. It's too bad I can't tell you how my day went. I only wish once you could wipe these tears. I only wish you could just be here......to hold me, and be with near. Aye, what I wouldn't give to hold your hand on a cold day such as these. To be held while the rain fell down on your gorgeous head. That precious face.....to watch the smile spread across that beautiful face as it rained. The sun would never shine and we'd like it that way. We'd shelter eachother with our arms and our warm caress. Nothing else. God, amazingly I feel wonderfully blessed....

I love you Paden, please, don't ever hurt me.

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:: 2004 1 March :: 11.57 pm

::I Can't Help It::
I can't help but smile every time I see your face.
I can't help but giggle I feel right in place.
I can't help it but blush when you kiss me.
I can't help it but laugh at the things I see.

I can't help but think of us.
I can't help but but know we're obvious.
I can't help but cry when you leave.
I can't help but feel warm when you love me.

I'm not crazy, but I feel what I know is true.
I'm not insane, but I know you feel this too.
I'm not normal, but I can't help but feel strange.
I'm not the same, but I can't help feel diranged.

I Can't Help It, Paden. I Can't Help All I See. I Can't Help All I Feel. I Can't Help But Know You Love ME. I Can't Help But Know I Love You. This I Know Is True. I Love You.....

::Find Yourself::


:: 2004 29 February :: 3.22 pm

::The Night Is Still Young, And So Are We. So Ignorant, So Stupid, Such Typical Teens::
Where do we go from here?
Can you hear me dear?

Where do you go from this?
Isn't it completely obvious?
How do I feel so far?
Do you know where you are?

We keep going from here.
I know you heard me dear.
You keep it with me.
That's all we see.
I feel great, and perfect.
I know where you are. You're here with me.

Eh. so things are good. Wish they were better. Non-stop bitching. Fighting. It's driving me mad. I hate this journal....why you ask? It's fucked. It holds all these words, but it doesn't help me. It knows so much, but I hate it.

::Find Yourself::

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