196. Boys
2:11 a.m. & Friday, Nov. 24, 2006
I was looking back on my previous posts. It seems as though I obsess over so many boys.
I don't really.
For 2 years it was Seb.
I love Navin as a friend.
I had a crush on a designers son.
Then I fell for an old school mate.
Now I'm doing it again.. this time with Janine. I knew there was something not fitting about Marco. Perhaps it was the subconscious knowing that he would all too soon leave me like the rest of them
I'm so certain that she's not the same. Every time I speak to her I can feel it.
It's too late for me to be awake..
I want to remember What takes a lifetime to forget
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I am me. Nothing more, nothing less. I write. I don?t write beautiful things. I write about things that happen to me. Things that come from my soul. Deep inside me. This is my life. This is my angst. This is my happiness. This is my joy. This is my sorrow, and my pain. I don?t consider myself a 'poet' in any manner. I consider myself a struggling teen just trying to get by in life. I've only a few things left to hold onto. And writing is one of those...
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