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rely on me.
i'm your soul.

Your photo 

here.

The facts expressed here belong to everybody, the opinions to me. The distinction is yours to draw...

strike out.

I want you
I wanna be rich too

hearts talking.

Cbox recomended, perhaps w counter.

alternative exits.

my mother
my sister
my friend
my puppy

my days, not yours.

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Friday, June 30, 2006

I've heard that it’s possible to grow up, I've just never met anyone who’s actually done it.
Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves.
We throw tantrums when things don’t go our way.
We whisper secrets with our best friend, in the dark.
We look for comfort where we can find it.
And we hope against all logic, against all experience, like children, we never give up hope.

? 11:05 PM


Monday, June 26, 2006

I wish there were a rulebook for intimacy.
Some kind of guide to tell you when you've crossed the line.
It would be nice if you could see it coming, and I don't know how you fit it on a map.
You take it where you can get it, and keep it as long as you can.
As for rules, maybe there are none.
Maybe the rules of intimacy are something we have to define for ourselves

? 11:07 AM


Sunday, June 04, 2006

Karma.
One way or another it will leave us to face ourselves.
We can look our karma in the eye or we can wait for it to sneak up from behind. But karma will always find us. Yet no matter how hard we try we can't escape our karma. It follows us home.
I guess we can't really complain about our karma. It's not an affair. It's not unexpected. It just... evens the score.
And even when we're about to do something that we know will tempt karma to bite us in the ass... well, it goes without saying.
We do it anyway


? 5:51 PM


Saturday, June 03, 2006

Who gets to determine when the old ends and the new begins. It's not a day on a calendar. Not a birthday, not a new year. It's an event, big or small. Something that changes us.

Ideally it gives us hope. A new way of leaving and looking at the world. Letting go of old habits, old memories.

What's important is that we never stop believing we can have a new beginning. But it's also important to remember that amid all the crap, are a few things really worth holding on to.

? 10:34 PM



We sacrifice it all for that one amazing moment. There are days that make the sacrifices seem worthwhile. And then there are the days where everything feels like a sacrifice.
A wise man once said, "You can have everythings in life if you sacrifice for it." What he meant is nothing comes without a price. So before you go into battle you better decide how much you're willing to lose.
Too often, going after what feels good means letting go of what you know is right. And letting someone in means abandoning the walls you spents a lifetime building.
Of course the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don't see coming. When we dont have time to come up with a strategy to pick a side or to measure the potential loss.
When that happens, when the battle chooses us and not the other way around, that's when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear.


? 12:08 AM


Friday, June 02, 2006

We all go through life like a bull in a china shop. A chip here, a crack there, doing damage to ourselves.

The problem is trying to figure out how to control the damage we have done or that's been done to us.

Sometimes the damage catches us by surprise. Sometimes we think we can fix the damage. And sometimes the damages is something we can't even see.

We're all damaged it seems. Some of us more than others.

We carry the damage with us from childhood. Then as grownups, we give as good as we get.

Ultimately, we all do damage. And then set about the business of fixing whatever we can.

? 12:19 AM