for what
.......(five months till adulthood)........
This is the thought of my day. I spent two days away. I got away. Two weekends in a row. The first weekend was spent with my other half, better half, soul mate, the male half, the me. Mine. The next with an ex and a friend. And I left. I got up and got away and they couldn't make me stop. I could put this on the message board, but this is my thought of the day. MY THOUGHT. And they can't make me stop thinking. They can't put me on pills, drugs, or anything. It's mine. My life. I'm five months away from "legal", from "adulthood". And they can't make me stop. And I won't be held down. Because I have "in" jokes and "songs" and bands and movies and we all have things in common. And that means more to me then being perfect for someone. Because I won't ever be. So she can suck it.
And I miss you. And I wanted you to know about my life. Such as nearly dying of heat stroke for a teacher. So now you know.
And I want this to be a thought of the day because I can't stand looking at the same one anymore.
And you still haven't signed my guestbook.
emily
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We seem to have a compulsion these days to bury time
capsules in order to give those people living in the next
century or so some idea of what we are like. I have prepared
one of my own. I have placed some rather large samples of
dynamite, gunpowder, and nitroglycerin. My time capsule is
set to go off in the year 3000. It will show them what we
are really like.
---Alfred Hitchcock
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