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YOU'RE A HOT MESS
I'm lovin' it, hell yes
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7:29 PM
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009
It's so very hard to please both worlds. I dun like it when everything is in a mess, lacking coordination. All the more I hate myself for not putting in more proper effort to make things better. Why did I hold back? Maybe saying out how I really feel would help. Feels very lousy when I come to that. What's with all that talking about I will do better and I will make that difference and I will speak up the next time? Nothing but trash.
So depressing, what's wrong with just saying it out then? I shouldn't blame anything or everything for landing myself in this. I accepted all that was presented to me, and now I have the responsibility to get it done - right. Say I'm sensitive or what, but the people I thought would help/are supposed to help/are "helping" are making me feel worse because once in awhile the fox tail would appear and let me know the feelings and enthusiasm isn't genuine. Maybe I shouldn't have done so much, prepared so much when the actual thing I know I can't do it. I don't know why I'm taking it so hard. But since it's my responsibility and my TAKEN responsibility, why must I regret it now? I want, I wish, I hope everything would turn out right. Courage is what I need |
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7:29 PM
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009
It's so very hard to please both worlds. I dun like it when everything is in a mess, lacking coordination. All the more I hate myself for not putting in more proper effort to make things better. Why did I hold back? Maybe saying out how I really feel would help. Feels very lousy when I come to that. What's with all that talking about I will do better and I will make that difference and I will speak up the next time? Nothing but trash.
So depressing, what's wrong with just saying it out then? I shouldn't blame anything or everything for landing myself in this. I accepted all that was presented to me, and now I have the responsibility to get it done - right. Say I'm sensitive or what, but the people I thought would help/are supposed to help/are "helping" are making me feel worse because once in awhile the fox tail would appear and let me know the feelings and enthusiasm isn't genuine. Maybe I shouldn't have done so much, prepared so much when the actual thing I know I can't do it. I don't know why I'm taking it so hard. But since it's my responsibility and my TAKEN responsibility, why must I regret it now? I want, I wish, I hope everything would turn out right. Courage is what I need |
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bow down before me
you know you love me
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