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Name: Kat
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Metro: Springfield
Gender: Female
Interests: I think I'm artisitic, but I wouldn't say I'll have anything in a museum ever. I probably won't have anything hanging on a wall ever, including my own! Art to me is a release of emotion, and considering that emotion is usually anger or disapointment usually my "art" is just mad scribling. It's not pointless, I know what it means, but most peope would see it and just think a racoon ran across canvas. Not that I've ever actually used canvas but that's not the point. I'm an older sister, and I take that responsibilty very seriously, right Riggy? My sister is probably the most interesting and entertaining person I've ever met. I'm the oldest daughter and therefore the most sheltered, but my friends are working on corrupting me as much as possible.
Expertise: I'm not necessarily good at anything, just kinda proficient at a lot.I think my favorite fine art outlet is writing, mostly cause I've been doing it for so long and it's the only thing I really feel like I'm good at, sort of. I like writing a lot, and I like my writing a lot, but I like other people's better. I've read some of the most creative things I've ever heard of in my college comp class my senior year. They're the kind of creativity that you're like, why didn't I say that? I hope that I can eventually develop "out of the box" creativity
Message: message me
MSN: sweetnamehere@hotmail.com
Member Since:
1/12/2005
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| I'm Moving On, I'm Over ItI’m over your lies
And I’m over your games
I’m over you asking me
When you know I’m not okay
You call me at night
And I pick up the phone
And though you be tellin’ me
I know you’re not alone
I’m over it
Your smile
I’m over it
(Chorus)
Wanting you to be wanting me
No that ain’t no way to be
How I feel, read my lips
( I'm so)
Movin’ on, it’s my time
You never were a friend of mine
Hurt at first, a little bit
But now I’m so over
I’m so over it
I’m over your hands
And I’m over your mouth
Trying to drag me down and fill me with self doubt
Oh and that’s why your world
I’m over it
So sure
I’m over it
I’m not your girl
I’m over it, I’m over it
I’m over
(Chorus)
Wanting you to be wanting me
No that ain’t no way to be
How I feel, read my lips
Because I’m so over
(I’m so)
Movin' on, it’s my time
You never were a friend of mine
Hurt at first, a little bit
But now I’m so over
So over it
I’m so over it
(Bridge)
(Oh) Don’t call, Don’t come by
Ain’t no use don’t ask me why
You’ll never change
There'll be no more crying in the rain
No, oh oh
I’m over it
(Chorus)
Wanting you to be wanting me
No that ain’t no way to be
How I feel, Read my lips
‘Because I’m so over
(I’m so)
Movin’ on, it’s my time
You never were a friend of mine
Hurt at first, a little bit
But now I’m so over
So over it
I’m so over it
I’m over it
(Wanting you to be wanting me)
(No that ain’t no way to be)
How I feel, read my lips
Because I’m so over
(I’m so)
Movin’ on, it’s my time
you never were a friend of mine
Hurt at first, a little bit
But now I’m so over
So over it
So over it
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| I'm the girl everyone loves but no one wants to keep.... | | |
| Hello Xanga. It's been awhile, did you miss me? No probably not, it's not like I've had many awe-inspiring posts latley. It seems like all I ever get on here anymore is for heartache. Well not exactly. I don't think I've actually hit the heartache stage yet. I'm still in shock really. I can't decide which direction to move: to completley take a new path, to try and rebuild what's left, to stay and analyze the rubble, or to just be stubborn and sit in the middle of the road until I'm in someone's way. My bet's on standing still for awhile. It would've been easier if I had the slightest indication that this was coming, though who wouldn't say that? I don't know that i would've seen the signs anyway. In my complete paranoia of being alone i pushed away an amazing guy. Though I won't lay the blame completley on my own shoulders. He wasn't ready for commitment, and I'm not the girl who just dates to date. I'm no confident in myself enough for that. He wants to do the friendship thing, but who has the strength for that? How can you look at someone you've had such strong romantic feelings for and then in a moment completly flip and treat him like one of the guys? How can you casually talk as if your heart isn't just sitting there in the space between you, ruptured and deflating? How could you look into the same as you hoped would never see another girl and know they don't focus on you anymore? Maybe I have reached the heartache stage, I dunno. | | |
| Oh and then I crashed hard | | |
| Update:Definitley falling.......... ....... .............. Hard | | |
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