| Uh,Xanga. Wow. It's nostalgia, alright.
Here's to moving on!
Always,
-7arah |
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| shyyyytIt's funny, how ridiculously fast things can change.
Word.
Always,
-7arah |
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| There are people all over this world...
All equal. All the same.
Yet, all completely different.
Always,
-7arah
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| Five hours..
Until I step foot out of this house.
Then three weeks..
Until I come back home.
Goodbye, United States.
Wish for the best.
I love you all.
Especially Josh, Kristin, Whitneh, Kayla, Kat...
You all know I love you.
Always,
-7arah
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| Noone takes xanga seriously anymore.. And honestly, I'm fine with that.
Because it's not so much that I want people to read what I have to say,
I just like being able to say if freely. Then again, I censor myself a
great deal. Hmm.
Again, the days are dragging on into something
dredful. I am more excited about going to Europe again more now that I
think I have ever been. I can't help but crave some sort of positive
change sometimes. I awoke this morning to a sunny afternoon, and I was
almost taken aback by it. My first reaction was to go outside, let the
humid air cling to my skin. And let the heat of the day sooth my every
aching thought.
But of course, I stayed inside where the cool air
can wash over me in silence. I hate the summer, anyway. I don't even
think I enjoy the vacation all that much. Having nothing to do makes me
feel extreamly worthless... Laying around, staying on the internet all
of the time, sleeping in until three our four in the afternoon. But you
know how I do.
I think the best aspect of not having school
is being able to build on relationships. Spending time with your close
friends and such, that's the only terrific thing about it. But some
people don't even consider that terrific.
Responsibility is something I'm basically afraid of.
All I ever do anymore is have dreams where either I'm dying from some
tragic mishap or I'm killing someone it some idiotic manner. And it's
never really a matter of being violent, I'm never angry. I'm just
always doing something stupid. Last night, though, I had a very
interesting dream. I really can't remember what it was about, but at
one point in time I was standing atop a great mountain facing the
sunset. With the dim oranges and screaming yellow accents, the heat
that was fading still felt both furious and beautiful.
I love the feeling of pavement on my fingertips.
That's probably why I like to sit in my driveway so much. I swear I
could just sit there for hours and let my mind wonder aimlessly.
Thinking about the day, or the future.. Or worry, I tend to worry an
awful not. I suppose I'm very nervous by nature. But I like the way it
feels when I sit against the concrete bounderies.. Leaning back for
comfort, yet the concrete continues to dig mercilessly into my back.
I'm fine with that. Because I love to draw on the blacktop idly with my
fingertips, watching cars in their pasing.. As few as they may be. I
also love to close my eyes and slowly breathe in, feeling my chest rise
slowly as the abscent smell of blacktop heat creeps into my veins. I
like the way it sounds when I shift my body in any shape, form or
fashion.. The dragging sound of movement. The way the dirt and leaves
sound as you push them against the hard surface.
Hmm.
Always,
-7arah
[Kermit most certainly love Gonzo, with all of his brain.]
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