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Name: Skye
Gender: Girl
Age: 15
Birthday: 3/15/90
Location: Smalltown Hell
Ethnicity: Skinny White Girl
Likes: Loser music, her inner prep, the Macarana insanity, being interesting
Dislikes: Stupid people, boring things, Severus Snape.
Aim: BeautifulManiac7
Email: Quizzler25@yahoo.com

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Useless words, full of empty meanings and poisoned promises. None of this is true, but none of it is a lie. It's just...mine.

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Titled: Apprehension
Created By: X_angawhomps for CB
Programs Used: Adobe Photoshop CS, Adobe ImageReady CS, Microsoft FrontPage 2002
Credits: Image from Aethereality
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
...I want to ask.

So badly.
But I just can't.

I think it would ruin everything.
But I think it would help.

I think it would be like Pandora's Box.
but in the end there's Hope.

I love him.

I'm still not sure why...maybe I like the way his hair is always in his eyes, and then in mine...or how he looks at me when he thinks I don't see him...or maybe I like how he says the sweetest things, even when he doesn’t mean to. Maybe it's how he always makes me feel beautiful, no matter what. Maybe it's how he only believes the best of me.

But why does he love me?
Insecure, silly, passable looking, confused, screwed up little me.

Why would he like me the first day we met? He hardly knew me...I looked like crap that day.

I wanted to ask. I was so sure I could do it....

But I'm so scared of his answer.
I'm so so scared....

It seems I can't even think of anything relativly Sam-like without butterflies and tears.

I don't want to ruin it.


Empty my lungs on wishes
Sarah
# posted by Sarah Bo | 3:44 AM |

2 Comments:

Thou shalt tell the Ellie what the fuck you are talking about.

By Blogger Unknown, at 6:55 PM  

Never mind.
Liz told me.

By Blogger Unknown, at 6:55 PM  

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