The weatherman
Journal Entry:
Mon Nov 19, 2007, 4:22 PM
It’s cold outside….it chills me to the bone……keeping me frozen in this chair…..
It’s cloudy outside… blocking out the sun…blocking out my happiness…..
It’s raining outside… making everything slippery…making happiness slip through my fingers
But I’m inside………
It’s so quiet in here…..only can hear myself think…..thinking of nothing…..
It’s lonely in here…only myself to keep myself company..…and im tired of being around myself…
- Mood:
Neutral - Listening to: counting crows- goodnight elizabeth
Devious Comments
That way I can
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"The real voyage of discovery is not discovering new lands, but in seeing with new eyes'-----Marcel Proust
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...Just as the caterpillar thought the world was over, he became a butterfly...
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"The real voyage of discovery is not discovering new lands, but in seeing with new eyes'-----Marcel Proust
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"The real voyage of discovery is not discovering new lands, but in seeing with new eyes'-----Marcel Proust
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"We are all cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out."
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"The real voyage of discovery is not discovering new lands, but in seeing with new eyes'-----Marcel Proust
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"We are all cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out."
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