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Thursday, June 01, 2006

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Somehow I feel lonely. I want to talk, but words just end up choking me. I want to write, but what I feel is just beyond words that I can't explain it. I want to cry, but a part of me holds me back and tells me to keep my head up. I want to get this over with, but I can't.

I want things to be clear. Tell me, what is this? What are we.
Happy 64th month,btw. (if we even qualify for it)

I don't want anyone reacting to this in a negative way. No one's suppose to hate anyone. NO ONE.

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This blogger account is one of the many I opened and tried to maintain. Hopefully this time I'd keep the site updated more often than the others I had and/might still have, or atleast keep it active longer than the rest. Thanks to forgotten passwords, atleast 3 of my past accounts are in Godknowswhat condition.

I've practically tried almost all "blogging sites" (or whatever you call them), but decided to get back to Blogger since I don't enjoy LJ, I can't work codes for WordPress, I've outgrown my Xanga, and last but definitely not the least I don't feel comfortable ranting in my Multiply . So I guess you're gonna have to deal with this ultimately wacko blogeroo of mine.

My tagboard and my comment box are open for just about anything you want to say. :)

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Thursday, June 01, 2006
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Somehow I feel lonely. I want to talk, but words just end up choking me. I want to write, but what I feel is just beyond words that I can't explain it. I want to cry, but a part of me holds me back and tells me to keep my head up. I want to get this over with, but I can't. I want things to be clear. Tell me, what is this? What are we. Happy 64th month,btw. (if we even qualify for it) I don't want anyone reacting to this in a negative way. No one's suppose to hate anyone. NO ONE.