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Earthchild44 - 2004-11-26 10:53:18
I envy you for having a memory that goes all the way back to kindergarten. I don't remember faces. I remember my teacher's name, coloring a leaf with a orange crayon over something with texture so it would show through, and playing briefly on the playground. You have such a vivid memory, I'm jealous.
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steelcollar - 2004-11-26 11:54:07
Ghost- I always look forward to the honesty of your entries. You don't judge your feelings, you just put them out there. It helps me, I'm sure it helps other people too. Sharing real life experiences is something that most people don't have the courage to do. I think you are stellar.
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Luci - 2004-11-26 14:30:46
I love you! Now, I think that I can put this entry to make it mean something. It means something already. But what I am saying is, I can switch some people around and it will make much more sense. Is there a way we can talk?
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erica - 2004-11-26 15:27:03
Sometimes I start reading your entries, and I follow along and can empathize really well, then suddenly it all changes and I wonder if it changed as suddenly as it seems, or if you sat for a while and thought off the page, then typed what you thought out of context?. Fascinating really.
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mia - 2004-11-26 17:29:39
If you find a guide book on how to be a dick n have ppl love you I want one too! I too tire of seeing ppl that play a million mind games, treat ppl like garbage n still manage to be loved n accepted. Hell they are the ones that have ppl falling over each other to get to them. Where as ppl like you and I sit alone, wondering what it is we do wrong, when we go out of our way to be nice decent honest ppl. I happen to think you come across as a greaty person, n I wish you the best.. mia
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Patrick - 2004-11-26 20:30:11
Mrs. Holtgrave. The girl's name was Cassandra. I, too, had the same impulses. I would try to be near her, read books next to her, etc. And I, too, was invited to a birthday party. We were good friends for a while, but we drifted apart. I don't even think she remembers now. We still go to school together, but we never speak. "You'll regret it if you do, you'll regret it if you don't. Just do it." I know how you feel once again, Ghost. I know all too well. We try to be the best we can, go as far as we know we can go and stop so that we can be motioned to go farther, but soon someone comes along who breaks all the rules and breaks down the barriers and goes farther than he's let on to go and that's just fine. Even better. It sucks hardcore.
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littlelalo - 2004-11-26 22:44:30
I also look forward to your entries... -nods- Weel,keep up the honest work
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Raven - 2004-11-30 20:09:16
I'm only in highschool (grade 11), but I have a stupid Kindergarten memory...
I had a thing for feeling ears. And I had a thing for Thomas. One day I acted on the impulse to touch this partcular boy's ear (damn short boy-haircuts >.
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Raven again - 2004-11-30 20:16:12
Can you belive it? I got cut off. Here goes again.
Yadda blah(damn short boy-haircuts) and he gave me the worst look ever and said "What are you doing?! I'm not your boyfriend!!" Lucky for me no one spoke of it ever. Of course, no one ever spoke to me, unless it was to make fun of my name. Later on we became casual friends -- and then you come to the present and I realize it's been 2 years since I have spoken to him. Funny, cause he only lives a couple blocks away. Point is, some of us go for it, and some of us don't. Some of us get burned, some don't. I almost lost my hand in that fire. I'm fine now, and I'm sure you will be too. But you know best ^-^
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