October 2009
1 post
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I haven’t posted in forever, because I’m so busy with school and work.
Stole this from Audrey.
Appearance: I am 5’4 or shorter. I have many scars. I tan easily. I wish my hair was a different colour. I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. I have a tattoo. I am self-conscious about my appearance. I have/I’ve had braces. I wear glasses. I’d get plastic surgery if...
September 2009
14 posts
I can't say I'm excited but I'm definitely ready...
So I went on my old email, because I used it to email my counselor about my schedule. I didn’t want her to be like “Who’s Hilarie?!” And I found out that I got emails from my ex coach from Field Hockey. She was like nagging about my uniform, and it was funny because I don’t even use this email address and I got a cell phone, and not once did I get a call, so how would...
Fear. Some people are confused with what their fears are. For example: No one is ever scared of the dark, they’re afraid of who or what may be in it. No one has ever been scared of heights, they’re afraid of falling. No one is scared of love, to love, or to fall in love, they’re afraid of being or getting hurt or to be a victim of who had given hurt before. Rethink. What are your...
Sometimes when a problem comes your way, it doesn’t always mean to solve it. Because not all problems can be solved but you can always live it. Get through it so if it ever happens again, you’ll be smarter, wiser, than the last time and be able to face it quicker.
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I wrote this on a couple of entries ago, and I’m not one to not go by my own words. So I guess I’ll...
WatchI wish you love. I wish it true. That’s the best I can do for you. Cause you’ll probably find love in someone new. I have to let go, and it’s hard to do.
What's worse: A Lie about the Truth or the Truth...
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“Risky is when you have something to lose..and you have nothing to lose.”
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Sometimes people are the opposite of what we picture them. They may seem all nice and sweet but when you get to know them, they could be faker than the hair and eyelashes on Lady Gaga. Or when you think one person is annoying/fake/stupid/etc. they’re actually the opposite. It takes time to get to know the real someone. I think that’s why I have a trouble consistency of keeping friends....
It’s sad how long you’ve known a person, to not be acknowledged by them anymore. Or to be forgotten, when you still remember how you used to be so close to them. You just sit and wonder, what ever happened to that friendship? What went wrong? And how their lives are revolved around a lot of fake people. And you just so happened to be the realest friend they ever had.
I still ask...
August 2009
7 posts
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I second Bano’s latest entry on Tumblr. I’m trying to start on not caring about what people think about me. Because it’s always wrong, and I always have most people come up to me after getting to know me say, “Wow, at first, I thought you were really annoying and loud but you’re actually really nice and funny.” It’s not the world that makes your opinions...
Pity. It’s what most people want, or what most people can give. No one wants to hear the simple questions like, “Are you okay?” “What’s wrong?” or the pity help, “I’m here to talk if you need me.” Because if they wanted to hear that, they’d go to you first, not the other way around. If friends were really your friends they wouldn’t...
Feeling pain can also mean that it is healing or that it is going to heal.
Some things just aren’t worth putting your all in. Your effort. Your will. Your dedication. Your passion. And when everything you’ve put so much time and hard work into, doesn’t come out the way you wanted, or becomes the opposite of what you expected, you just have to let go. Let go, and start anew in a different direction. It’s hard at first because for you, it’s...
Sometimes I feel like I want more than I should have. Or I demand more from those who have already given me enough. I feel selfish. I should be happy with what I have and what I get, but somehow I’m not. I’ve never really had much when growing up. Hand-me-downs, broken toys, used-almost everything. And now, when I get one thing, instead of appreciating it, I take it for granted. That...