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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
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
I woke up three times last night, sobbing from nightmares.

I remember them.

1: I get home, see Sam asleep on the bench. Kiss his cheek to wake him up and he says someone's name. I shake it off, not paying attention to some random girl's name he said (wow I'm dumb in this dream...), and go to the bathroom. When I come out of said bathroom..there is another girl with him, and he dumps me with her there.

2: I'm surrounded by all these people at a party, all my friends, when suddenly they all dissapear and I'm all alone. I'm the only one in the world still there. Everyone else is gone.

3: I am kidnapped, shoved in a room and forgotten about. The people kidnapping me get caught on a drug bust, and I had been kept in a new building. I scream and cry and bang on the door and try to get attention, but no one ever comes.

I told Lisa and Candice about the first one and about how the girl was prettier than me and how I was insecure about it in the dream and Lisa looks at me and says, "No offence, but I doubt it. You're really pretty."

I felt happy.

Of course, yesterday she told me I had a great voice.

Lots of compliments, odd.


leaves fall down,
sarah
# posted by Sarah Bo | 5:42 PM |

1 Comments:

Sarah dear.
Relax. Only 4 more days.

By Blogger Unknown, at 10:03 PM  

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