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Name: AaRon
State: New York
Metro: New York City
Birthday: 4/5/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Taking your pants off.
Expertise: refer to pic* Drinking rancid moosh like a MAN!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Textiles
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/20/2005
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| Good Night.hardest I laughed and smiled in a while, thanks sandro, thanks tim, ...
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| The word is out, and life is like a bananathanks. I guess i'm okay. I still dont understant but thats okay too.
Times like these is when you realize what life is really about, not love, not any great romances of the 20th century, and least of all not depression.
Life is about bananas, they are yellow ( many of you can relate) and they are long (many of you cant relate). You peel them, and you eat them. They are mashed, and baked into pie, and once they become pie...they are liquidfied into snapple (god i hate that pie flavor)
But in the end...its still just a banana, fragile, yellow, and always hard (unless u moosh it)
I've learned that ranting can make you smile, and reading my rants should also make you smile...SMILE GOD DAMNIT ...SMILE!
Anyhoo..this place has become depressing, I need to get out.
PEEs and S (its for her...QUICK LOOK AWAY!)-highlight at your own risk Snapple Pie might fly in your face.
I'm sorry, Theres still feelings here for you. | | |
| Waking up.This has been a wonderful spring break . I find myself
sleeping, waiting for the day to end and the next to begin. Showers
wash away the tears as i drown myself in music. I feel like I should
hate you for this, but I cant.
Wish I could learn how to laugh and smile again, its what she would have wanted.
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| I was so last year.This entry is more for me than anyone else, and maybe for her. For
anyone who knows her, just keep things to urself. This was never meant
to hurt anyone, nor earn any pitty, just a way to slowly get better.
So its over, just like that after a night where we were both at
our best. I never got the chance, rather..I never wanted to tell you
how I felt cause you never really asked.
I would be lying if I said I was fine, if I
said I was okay. In a way I still dont understand why you did
it, why you ended it. It makes me feel even worse that you sounded
almost happy. It was so sudden. And in the end, you were relieved and I
was lost. Maybe it was selfish of me to ask you to stay, or
maybe you were the selfish one...saving urself the grief ,
you didnt even try.
I've become emo, maybe I always was, guilty pleasures I always tried to deny. She brought it out.
I
still love her, but I guess it was the right time, at least thats
what
she said. None of this feels right.
Sitting here, fighting off the tears, this lonesome aura surrounding
me. When I see pictures of us, of you, all I do is remember....and
all I want to do is forget. Forgetting all the memories cause in the
end its all I have left. | | |
| aw, poor xanga...finally been ...UPDATED!!! missed me? 
but still, you're so disregarded nowa days "F*ck Xanga!!, i got MYSPACE"
oh Xanga, you heart broken little waffle. I guarantee there're about a million girls who want to hold you, nurtue you, and rock you back and forth, pressed close to their collective bosoms, and say "I'm there for you Xanga, it'll be alright". well.... When I imagine it, you're only about 3 feet tall and the girls are all a bit on the heavier side, but still atractive ofcourse. You get swaddled in a soft blanket ...or maybe just slung up on a shoulder like what convicts do to their bitchs o_o
Dry your eyes Xanga. Everything will be just fine. Soon myspace will become Your space. Girls love you. | | |
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