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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
thank you, so much.
For brightening everyday.
For making me look forward to something.
Thank you, for so kindly walking back into my life.
I hope you don't walk back out.
I'm praying you don't.
Please, please don't.
Posted at 11:46:52 pm by dinoxjo
hey,
hey.
sup,
nm..
cool
where were you?
sick
oh,
yeah..
alright
how are you?
good, good,
oh that's good..
yeah.. you?
oh yeah, uh great
oh, that's good
yeah yeah...
ah..
so when is it?
today,
oh, yeah..
all day
oh...
yup,
yeah
mmm..
oh, well, uh, good luck
oh yeah, uh.. thanks
yeah, k, bye
yeah.. bye..
i love you too.
Posted at 11:30:03 pm by dinoxjo
Monday, May 19, 2008
I don't write about important things, and I am oblivious to the world around me. I refuse to acknowledge others, because I'm so wrapped up in myself. I never look into anyone's eyes because I'm afraid of seeing their truth. I turn a blind eye to all bad things, and let myself get pushed around. I give up too easily, I never try. I break all my promises and destroy all dreams. I am not worth it, never was, never will be.
I hope you always think this of me, I hope you all let me be. Walk away, walk away. Just leave me here, leave me here, leave me here.
Push me away, let me see the disgust in your face. Just leave me, leave me, leave me.
Posted at 8:47:30 pm by dinoxjo
Sens au coeur de la nuit,
L'onde d'espoir,
Ardeur de la vie,
Sentier de gloire.
Posted at 12:53:39 pm by dinoxjo
Sunday, May 18, 2008
So, the other day, I was reading over one of my diaries from grade seven, and I laughed and I cried and I smiled and I swore and I relived every moment. And then I got to thinking, perhaps there was a reason why my mind had made me forget some of those events, especially the rather depressing ones.. And then I got to thinking, that maybe that crazy desire inside of me of to remember every little detail was truly horrible, and I should learn to let it all go. I wish I didn't remember. At least some things, most things, many of the things I've written here. Which gets me thinking, maybe I should stop writting. Maybe I should burn all my diaries, destroy this site, delete all my files and throw out all the notes. Perhaps I should rip the pages out of my agenda, and delete all the comments and give away all my spare notebooks. Perhaps I should stop keeping record of it all. Perhaps. But what if they are the only reason I'm still sitting here before all of you? I've always been one to act on impulse, but slowly I learned to control it.. by writting. Whenever I felt like I needed to explode, I would write. Here, diary, binder, agenda, spare papers, in a message, in a note, a letter, a comment. Anything. And I would concentrate on every word leaving my mouth, and it would make me forget. Forget the pain, the ugly, the hurt, the bad, the everything.
So maybe I'll keep them a little.
Posted at 10:11:40 pm by dinoxjo
A Metaphore.
A beautiful summer day, with a calm breeze, just light enough to cool the hot burning sun. You spend hours putsing around, in a beautiful summer dress, with the windows wide open and the sound of birds and leaves rusling. Not a care in the world, not a single one. And soon, in through the tear in the screen on the window, flies a hornet. And it circles you, and chases you, and eventually, it stings you, and it dies. And you wonder why, you ever had the windows open to begin with. And summer day after summer day, it happens over and over, until you finally decide, to keep the windows shut, to stay in your pyjamas and to shoo the birds from behind the glass.
Posted at 10:04:29 pm by dinoxjo
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“The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present - and I don't want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.”
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