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Funny Girl
By Barbra Streisand, Omar Sharif, Kay Medford, Anne Francis, Walter Pidgeon
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Recently, I saw this movie and it made me realize something: Vulnerability is a beautiful thing. It can open your eyes to so much. To so many opportunities you never thought were there. Just by letting yourself go and falling head first. Life is so much more beautiful this way... No regrets. Just go. |
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| I have a lot of thinking to do this weekend.
Hopefully, I get around to it since I'll be very busy study everything this weekend.
Welp! Going home this weekend. Coming back Monday afternoon.
Yep. |
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| *looks down at previous post*
o.O
What the hell was I thinking?! lol
I musta been high or something. :P
I sound like one of those lovey dovey hopeless romantics (which I am).
But man...looks like I went too far. haha!
Looks like I was on Cloud 9 or some shit like that.
Anyways, I thought I'd come check out how Xanga was doing.
Seems ok. Though not many people updating on my side of the world.
So, I'm doing an update. For old times sake.
Well, there yeah go. Enjoy y'all.
Peace.
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| Actually, to be quite honest...
I think it was meant to be.  |
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| The other day, I had a dream that they found you.
There you were standing right in front of me. Slightly distorted but nonetheless, there.
You reached out your hand to touch me and I reached back.
But then, they dragged you away.
Then, I woke up.
Even though we never really talked much or kept in touch after you left, I kept thinking of you.
I always hoped that one day I would get to see you again. We would get to hang out and catch up on old times.
I didn't know where you moved to, otherwise I probably would have come to see you or met you half to have lunch or something.
I really did miss you.
For awhile, you seemed to be my only real friend, back when I was WAY way emo and stuff. I remember one time when you were the only person I knew. And you talked to me. Made me feel better at times. Then, we become friends. At least, I'd like to think so. We did seem to talk quite a bit in class and over AIM. I really did like talking to you.
And then, you didn't show up. You told me that you didn't do anything. That someone wronged you. And I believed you. You were a good person so I believed you. Then you stopped signing on AIM. We slowly lost contact with each other. Then, I never heard from you. Last year, I finally made contact with you after so long. My heart raced as i saw that your status said you were online. I quickly emailed you. You email back. We eventually exchanged phone numbers. I got to talk to you again. Apparently you lived close to where I was going to school. You said you were changing numbers. And that you'd give the new one as soon as you got it. You never called me back. Or send me any emails. I figured I lost you again. I was sad. I really wanted to see you again. More than anything. I wished you had seen my face when i saw your number on my phone. Months later, I got an email from your aunt. Telling me you were missing for awhile. Asking me if I had talked to you lately and had some information. I was scared. So, I didn't answer back for awhile. They keep sending me emails asking if I know anything. I don't. I wish I did.
Please, go home.
Everyone is worried about you.
If you're ok, please go home.
If not...
I hope they find you. |
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