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November 23rd, 2004
10:04 pm - make yourself and others happy. because lestat's description of me brightened my day immensely, im stealing her stolen idea.
~ 1. Reply to this post if you want/need me to tell you how cool you are!
2. Watch my journal over the next few days for a post just about you and why I think you rock my socks.
3. Post these instructions in your journal and give your friends a much needed dose of love and adoration!
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November 21st, 2004
November 19th, 2004
08:46 pm - short story in progress Kiara's Song
She pulls on the long black gloves that hide the old scars on her arms, where a promise broken only once prevents new ones. Sliding sunglasses over green eyes, she steps into the bright sunlight. Gliding through the crowds like a shadow; a pale skinned ghost dressed in mourning. Her destination looms ahead. Reaching the oak door, she draws off the chain around her neck, and fits the silver key into the lock. She didn't want to be there, but his polite request was a carefully phrased demand. Placing her coat and glasses on the table in the entry, she breathes deeply before walking into the parlor, where she knew he would be waiting. As she stepped inside, she gazed at the handsome man sitting before her. He had not changed in the three years since she had seen him; he was the exact same charming, sleek, dark man he had always been.
He spoke first. "Kiara, my sweet. How has my gorgeous girl been all these years?"
She glared at him before replying. "Perfectly happy living life without you, Raul. Why am I here?"
"Why, indeed?"
"You know I couldn't turn down your invitation. But why do you want to see me again, after three years of ignoring me?"
"Still sore about what happened with Nina? I didn't think you'd be one to hold a grudge."
"This is so like you. Leaving, and not returning until I'd finally found a life of my own. I get over you, and then you come back? How many times are we going to play this game? How many times are you going to hurt me? I'm sick of playing your games, Raul. It's over."
"Come on now, sweetheart. Didn't you miss me?"
"The first few months, perhaps. But I'm happier now, without you, than I ever was with you. You can't just expect to walk back into my life. Things are different now. I'm going to college, and Sean and I are buying a house . . . "
He cut her off there. "And who is this Sean?"
"My fiancee. We're getting married in June."
"Married? Were you going to invite me to the wedding, darling?"
"No, I wasn't. It's over, Raul. And for the first and last time, I'm the one leaving." With that, she strides out of the room, and the house, slamming the door behind her.
Raul sat, dumbfounded, and knew what Kiara had felt when he had left her behind. But she was no longer a gullible teenage girl with big dreams and a big heart. That much she had shown him today. And what was he going to do, now that he'd realized he loved her, and she hadn't come flying back into his arms like all the times before. For the first time in his life, he felt his heart break, and wondered what to do with the pieces.
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August 30th, 2004
09:51 pm so i havent updated in awhile
but i havent been writing anything worth sharing with the world.
oh well.
maybe soon
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July 2nd, 2004
09:38 pm - Vacation. and a change. Vacation for next 5 weeks. I'll miss you all. Updates not very likely.
also..hair color change ^_^
Love you guys.
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June 28th, 2004
10:12 pm - Strawberries and Cigarettes (NOTE: this is posted here because i believe the person it's about doesn't read this)
Strawberries and cigarrete smoke remind me of you. Tonight I caught the faint, imposssible smell of smoke. But no one has smoked here for over 5 years. Even so, the smell was there. It made me think of you.
You tell me I shouldn't love you. That it's self-destructive, a mistake. Although you tell me you love me too. But I fell unwanted, ugly, unloved, because iwatch you date others all the time. But I, who have love you for so long, am unworthy of that attention.
Because "it's not a good idea right now." When will it be? When will you truly love me? Will you EVER love me?
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i held your hand and didn't want to let go i once kissed your lips i wish you'd kiss me again i slept beside you but wanted so much more
i just wish that just once you would love me in the same way i love you. Current Mood: angry
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09:03 pm - poems written on trip _Goodbye To Poetry_ I fell in love with a poet It seemed almost perfect at first My heart caputerd by sweet words Enraptured by talent
But we slowly drifted Talking less and less often Now seems we don't have As much in common as we had thought
Now he has given up poetry Said it was a weak form of art It's almost an ironic similarity Goodbye to poetry, goodbye to our love.
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_The Oldest Little Girl In The World_
A lonely little girl With big blue eyes Stares out from inside A lonely teenager
The little one beats her fists Against this cage of ribs Drumming irregularly Causing this heart to skip unusually
An inner child That seems over a thousand years old Inhabiting the body of a young woman She gazes out from a dark place inside
Seeming so much older Than those her own age Physicallly, she is the same as them But inside she is not almost sixteen
Inside.....she is ancient.
Current Mood: thoughtful Current Music: Why Can't I Be You? - The Cure
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June 21st, 2004
09:06 pm - Stare into the Face of Death.
they wouldn't let me see you i couldn't say goodbye though i was only five your departure left me with a profound sense of loss
but my memories are fading now and all i have left is remnants and material objects like the minature tea set that still smells of gardenias
"i could not stare into the face of death" they wouldn't let me in to see you on that cold white hospital bed i never got the chance to say goodbye and Keely never even got to meet you
but i still think of you every time i smell gardenias.
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for my aunt who died when i was five, of leukemia. she was 29. this memoir is a long time coming, i know.
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June 20th, 2004
10:15 pm - least favorite part of every dance i've ever been to.
_We'll All Waltz To Hell_
the tempo drops slow beats like a death knell kill my happiness
couples entwined they twirl gazing into each others eyes with dreamy expressions
those pairs are a blunt reminder of how single how lonely i am
the point: slow dances are depressing. Current Mood: blah
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June 17th, 2004
11:04 pm - bad depressing poetry is it possible to die from a broken heart? cause the ache in my chest can't be natural unless i'm having a heart attack at age fifteen almost constantly
there's no reason i'm crying just for the hell of it or maybe for the attention but possibly it's because i can't take it anymore.
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03:11 pm - the sleep deprivation poem.

_Insanity, INSOMNIA_ a phenomenon an alien occurence for a child of inght to be suffocated by the darkness
the silence of 2 AM is stifling long hair becomes a noose the sheets like a death shroud
that face at the window again i'll close my eyes but i still see it i hallucinate your voice calling out to me
i'll turn to the wall and shut my eyes again attempt to sleep drift off into dreamland where my real nightmares await
this is insanity by insomnia. Current Mood: tired
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June 12th, 2004
10:33 pm - just for laughs. skillet sent me this, which she got from some random person.
so a random picture from random people
 Current Mood: amused
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June 11th, 2004
10:46 pm - best friend. ( Read more... ) after the last day of school, at panama bay Current Mood: creative
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06:14 pm - moments of yesterday, and the day before ( these snapshots of time... )
wow. sophmore year is over. can't say i'll really miss it, though i will miss a few people who are graduating. next year will be odd with them gone.
happy graduation trevor and sarah.
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June 10th, 2004
10:19 pm - CUTENESS


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09:08 pm - love me. i wish love was simple. i hope for once you could just love me. but i'm snow whtie, not cinderella, and my this not "my dreams coming true"
 Current Mood: creative
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06:05 pm - fears i've never been afraid to die i'm more afraid to live afraid to make a decision to choose between two things decide which is right for me so i wander many paths aimless and alone lost because of my inability to pick just one
i've never been afraid to die but i am afaid to choose
i am afraid to live
 Current Mood: contemplative
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June 8th, 2004
10:13 pm - gray

gosh i have so much hair. Current Mood: artistic
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09:38 pm - reflections dark golden hair falls in soft waves past her shoulders blue eyes with hints of green stare out from an oval face with a slightly pointed chin a strong nose sits between prominent cheekbones soft lips smile in a rare moment, to reveal straight white teeth a multitude of freckles cover her pale skin
she gazes at herself in the mirror trying to view objectively they tell her she's beautiful but she wonders why the people that she love seem to miss this "beauty"
dark golden hair falls in soft waves past her shoulders moved to cover her face an attempt to hide the tears falling from that face... that face in the mirror
 Current Mood: contemplative
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