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Nov. 6- I miss rolly-pollies, touching them in my sand box, and watching them protect themselves the only way they know how. Nov. 7- You are the rolly-pollie in my sand box. Nov. 12- I haven't slept in two days. Nov. 21- I threw all our furniture through a window. The land lord (yes, the one with the lazy eye) felt bad for me.

Dec. 6- Happy Birthday to me. Dec. 7- Happy Pearl Harbor Day Dec. 10- This furnitureless, loveless apartment feels way too big without you. Dec. 15- I dyed my hair six times today, hoping every strand you ever

I chose you...

Because it was the first night we ever spoke, and we were flying down the highway, going 90, flipping through radio stations. We didn't know each others middle names, how old we were, or what made us jump into this car, on this night. Because you were the first person to tell me I should try being open, and you were the first person who made me want to be. You made me want to tell you about my dead grandma, the way I love Chinese food, but my best friend left me, and now it's just a reminder, I wanted to tell you I felt pretty beside you, and I loved the way you smell. Because you never called me "beautiful, hot, sexy, pret

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we are only waiting.
you are ugly and beautiful and terrible and good. you are bob dylan, and i do not why or how (maybe it's the hair, or maybe it's your words). you are running down the highway with me, and we are breathing through our knees. ministers and pastors and preachers are hiding from us. our parents are mortified because we are nothing, not anything. our shirts are torn and have too many paint stains to be beautifully messed up, we are past beautifully messed up, we are just here. we are only waiting for you to save enough money for a car, and we will be gone. everywhere we go i will show people the alphabet that is tattooed on my n we are only waiting.
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Elizabeth Passion.The trees fell over, and the stars took their business elsewhere. And they decided it was not meant to be, because they only knew how to love in between trees and underneath the laughing stars. "Hello Wesley. Are you here to stay?" "No Passion, no. I'm not." "Then please do not call me Passion." "Elizabeth, I'm trying. I am." He was trying to walk away from the dark forest, he was trying to see the stars with someone else, but it was useless. Without Passion, Wesley will always be useless. He was useless. & Elizabeth Passion.
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she glued my hands together.It is too bad no one told you these things before, it really is. I want to get down on my knees and pray to all the maybe-Gods out there, ask them if they know what will happen to us, if it is too late after all. I think they would all be insulted because I do not actually believe in them, they would leave me unanswered. That is okay though. Because I can shake you until you are screaming for me to stop, I can paint a book of words, and make the i-do-not-care's turn into i-need-to-feel-alive-again's, I can watch you glue my hands together. I will not do these things though. Not tonight. Tonight I will walk through the anonym she glued my hands together.
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this is me-This is me missing you: The same jeans as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before. Long songs that do not really say anything except "I miss you like hell," dancing their way into my ears. Sitting in science, hyperventilating, because this is where you sat last year.
This is me loving you (still): Leaving enough room for you to get in bed, just in case. Drawing you pictures of hearts and writing "Te Amo" as large as my tired hands will let me. Listening to your music, because you really cannot stand mine.
This is me needing you: Falling down the apartment's stairs, looking for my left contact lens, people w this is me-
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glow in the dark stars.Where did we go wrong? Days of us running through grass, stepping on blueberries, and staining our feet keep running through my mind. When did we quit turning off the lights to stare at those glow in the dark stars glued to our ceilings? Those were the days when we knew how to wish, we knew who we were, and I'm not sure when we lost ourselves. You are gone, and I'm 18, trying to figure this out. I'm running through friends, and stepping on the words we used to share. I am running out- I spend my money on drugs instead of glow in the dark stars, and this city does not know the beauty it is making invisible with its bright lights. N glow in the dark stars.
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Journal Entry: Tue Nov 17, 2009, 8:21 PM

Sometimes I don't even like getting on here. I have seriously been online for less than an hour, and some weird Scooby Doo freak starts flaming me.
I mean, this site should have a test you HAVE to take before you get an account to prove you're not a pointless asshole.

I've been so busy lately. So so busy.
My art teacher is paying for a series of pictures I've been working on, it's really stressful. I'm terrified of fucking up on them. I don't know how people deal with it.

My boyfriend broke my phone the other day, he accidentally stepped on it. So, now I have to come up with the money to buy a new phone?! Shit.

Tell me about your week! Or, what's happening this week! Or, tell me you HATE Scooby Doo freaks that randomly insult you. (:

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I'm Shana, pronounced Shawna. I fall in love easy. I write down whatever comes into my mind. I read a lot. I smoke too much pot. I'm a senior in high school. I live in a tiny town in Iowa, if you're craving corn or something I'm your girl.