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Wednesday, March 28, 2007
one more thing before i go.. there's no other thing that irks me more than people who act like they
are not who they really are! there's only ONE you, maybe with different
sides, but not 2 yous... or... 3 yous. if you are NOT cute, stop acting it. if you are NOT sexy, stop posing like you are. if you are NOT smart, don't patronize others by telling the world to get pity. if you are NOT pretty, don't solicit sympathy by saying how worthless you are. play to your strengths! and if you have none, FIND IT! ugh! roar! stop pretending to be nice to me and be angry at/hate/envy/despise/loathe me if you do. i definitely prefer that you show your real feelings than to hide them so inadequately behind that thin veil of lies you have over your ugly smile and face. you may be beautiful and smart and talented and well loved, but underneath all that you're worth nothing to me simply because of the fact you can not be true to your own downfall. i'd even admire you if you weren't so plastic. don't patronize me by telling me nice things, and making me feel like i'm doing SOME good but behind my back feel like i'm doing nothing but hold you back. honestly. you think i'm blind or deaf? you forget that i can read your actions and thoughts if i wanted to. the things you say, and the things you imply... they don't go unnoticed. most people just turn a deaf ear towards what you say about them. why? because on the outside, you portray mr nice man... and this confuses them as to how they should see you. know what? you can't fool me. you never did. and you never will. all this time i had to stay silent because i was just too nice for my own good. it isn't fair that you take me for granted and just do whatever you please JUST so you can feel better about your measly existence in my eyes. you are not capable of doing half the things i can. you may have your strengths, your experiences and your fake-witted charm, but in the end, you have no resources and no credibility to back you up. simply because you think it is alright to stay in the stagnant position you are in. be a man, and live up to your ball's namesake. don't be hoping to depend on your future wife for the bread and dough for the house because brother, either you have NO manlihood or you are going to be a bachelor for life. either way, you gain nothing. sure, you've helped me out a couple of times over in the past year or so. but that counts for NOTHING in comparison to the very things that i am STILL currently funding for you. but do you ever hear me dangle that threat in your face? no. so damn it, stop taking me for granted and treat me with the respect that i have rightfully earned by now. and if you do not think i am capable. watch me walk out and eat my dust. cos that's the last thing you will be seeing from me. and take it from me when i say that without what i am so willing and prepared to offer, you are left with nothing. you might not even know this post is about you. know why? you're that ignorant. bye.
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.:: the persona ::. ![]() this blog is now shared with another deranged writer! the first deranged writer is of course, le femme herself. yessss, see that silly baby grinning on that in that 18 year old picture?? yeah, that's her. she's 19, fueled with passion for weird things :) loves writing and complaining :) enjoys peeking into people's brain and hearts :) her posts are trademarked by maroon-coloured fonts and song lyrics for titles :) NOW HAS BLACK HAIR! ![]() the second deranged writer is the epitome of a bowl of cereal. why, you ask? cos this writer's got lotsa things to say, but sometimes it's all jumbled up. the good stuff is all in a bowl, topped off with sugar and strawberries. yummeh! oh. see, that's the second writer up top there. this writer likes to hold orange baloons, and hates frowning. oh the irony. booyah! this dude's 19 as well, filled with things to say. lives in the YOUKAY and exploding there. can you hear it? supports liverpool, loves totti, and loves brown and the silly baby girl at the top of the page. his posts will be trademarked by brown fonts and a mix of song lyrics and real titles :) hit Counter *the slimmest of chances that keshia's going to let just anyone hug her. this is your only chance! hug keShia!* .:: so tell me ::. .:: close to my heart ::. crumbles
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