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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 December 2011 January 2012 February 2012 March 2012 April 2012 May 2012 July 2012 October 2012 January 2013 March 2013 July 2013 August 2013 January 2014 September 2014 January 2015 July 2015

{ Saturday, April 5, 2008 }

Wow, third post of the day. YAY to marianne. I feel like shit inside. I dont know why. Dont ask me why because why has now become a question I cannot answer and no longer ask. Why is a question that begets more questions. Its a vicious cycle. I've got alot to say but no words to express. KS, I really dont want to lead him on. I'm only hanging out with him because I dont want to be at home and he happens to be the one person who keeps asking me out. I'm trying super hard not to give him the wrong impression. I'm becoming an insomniac. I dont sleep much anymore. Then at times I feel super exhausted even if I didnt do anything at all. I've seen my timetable (: Not too bad. My first day of school starts at 11am! HAHA. I can sleep late.

Emotionally I still feel unstable. Pierre Cardin is having freaking sales. I know I'm random.

Anyways, just a song that seemed to be able to make me cry when Brooke White sang it on AI.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
And there's nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him just because you can

Well, I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene
Well, you could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He's the only one for me, Jolene
I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him even though you can

The notebook's still the same. I'd give it to you if I we'd ever meet again (: I'm moving on I know I am.


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