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Its Only Life - Kate Voegele
Monday, October 04, 2004
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well been hafin sleepless nytes...been tynkin..tynkin again..evrytang comin bck...wandi in frindster..wonderin whther hell add me coz im soo gan whack hym...hah but wnderyn it says hes been a m,meber since november but ive chck hys name b4 but nvr find...tsk tsk tsk...niwae..cannt sleep...hafin headaches..been dreamin but nt a nice ones...hmph..i haf an ex whos bein a despo..been askin all gerls dat cum hs wae for a date...hah heard bout it wandi...and a fren whom i truly lurved styll kol amin..whm i feel hes true..whs confusing hymself...putin hymself in a whirl..been gifin weird clues..weirs smiles,weird reaksyens to me..he dunoe whther i am der or not for hym..i dun noe hym even...haiz...styllill styll treasure hym...and n ex who came bck kolin hym asa fren..sure der wuld nvr be a patch whch abate ma weary heart..im fyne..i guess..but stylll...dis ex..very particular o fhym...i dun lurve hym..i dun wan hym bck..imahpie whchevr and hwever im gna be...but i styll care for hym..he said bout hafin no frens..i told hym..i left hym but nt hys frens..its jus hym..he stynks he only gt one true fren fud...he tynks hes devoted to her...he tynks he onlie got her..but he didnt realize he shuldnt ley hys frens cum to hym..he shuld go for hys frens..if he want true fren yu shuld go to dem instead den deyllnoe yur ttrue...and if dey arent..simple yull leave dem...frens are true...it makes it sacred and true if yur true...but he juz dun get it..told hym im tryn hard to behys fren...but i dun undertsand why he treats me and fud difrntly??im juz afren?i need d same treatment ..if yu gane kjcik me around,bully maround..wadfcukme for?haiz...he styl hymself...i keep wnderyn evrynyte..cryin..tynkyng...im juz hys ex..but i soo wan to be hys fren..i dun wanan be dose typikal ex gfs yu see out der..im nt typikal..ive tried and eh styl dun lisetn and nw ward im doin??im styll helpin said dat im gan leave but i culdnt..inoe hym/...i dun wan hym wif no frens...told c.p and atan...try...get hym bck..hes messy..he dun noe wta to do...he soo full of hymself yet empty of he needs..he say but he dun do...niwae dars all..gotogo...i shudlnt be doin di.s..i wnder...any1 understands ward i mdoin and ma psotion...even wif amin...


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