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Feeling: sane
7:24 Tuesday Evening   Nothing to Cry for My lips ache for kisses. My hands are withering from never being held. My eyes wish for something good to see. My arms want something to squeeze so tight. My torso just wants to be squeezed. My ears ring out that they miss your voice. My nose pangs when anyone wears your cologne. The days. I'm counting down.
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haha "weeeee straight edge fun time!"

proud to be drug free =] mmhm.
i just think it would be so cool to tell myself when i'm MUCH older.. "hey, i've NEVER known what alcohol tasted like. or what smoking was like. because i was TOO COOL to give into peer pressure"
heh.

i think maybe we should sing a song about edwardo. you know...
in his memory.
thats said so cute ^^
I was hoping that when you said "I am so silly" that meant that you'd left your bag somewhere dumb, and found it again. Well, hope it turns up! Very poetic entry! Try not to get too depressed, though I know in some instances there isn't much you can do.
~Sarah
It must be horrible being so far apart. =( Understatement? Yes. I'm like that.
And losing your bag... arrgh. I hope it gets recovered or handed in or something... or you've made a huge mistake and left it at home. xX; =(