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Name: Lynn
Birthday: 12/22/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Uh, not school, for sure. i like helping people, i like workin and churchin and all that business. i love friends family and penguins
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Member Since:
7/11/2004
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| i have counted the days til i leave, the days til he gets here.. and it all seems so surreal. I never pictured leaving really. It just seems like the right thing to do. For those of you that are confused, i'm moving to North Carolina to be with andy and away from my mother. I leave on the 31st. After a brief stop in St. Louis i'll be on my way.
I never meant to hurt you like i did. | | |
| and I heard that song today, the one you made me download
it made me wonder if you were ever really sad to see me go.
because the last thing i remember, which i can say i'll never forget
was the sound of you cussing in my ear, because i was the only one wrong
and i'm still bitter and angry at the whole situation.
but it really made me wonder... were you ever REALLY sad to see me go? | | |
| i justI just picked up the phone and made a very scary, possibly life-changing phone call.
and i'm running. | | |
| And it seems as though at times, you can watch people's lives turn into a tornado. They become everything they never wanted to be, saying every phrase they swore they'd never say. And maybe you don't realize what they've become until an incident makes it so apparent that it's impossible to avoid the truth. And maybe you love them. And perhaps even the love can't cover the fact that at times, they are just a different kind of person. The kind i don't want anything to do with. yes, that kind. I don't even know where this is going. where the heck was this going. I'll tell you where it's going. and where i'm going.
i'm walking right
out
of the
door.
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| had an awesome time with andy, but that isn't the purpose of today's entry...
you cannot erase me.
no matter how hard you try.
I'm etched in your memory
never to be forgotten.
Stop trying to forget me.
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