January 2010
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"You dont just stop loving someone, either you...
I saw this group on Facebook and it made me rage. No offence to anyone who joined it, but what a load of bullshit. What if your husband murdered your children, would you still love him then? No, I didn’t think so. I’m so sick of people going on about love and relationships as if they’re mircales. It’s chance, it’s all fucking chance.
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Eating English breakfasts, hearing others do housework while you’re still in bed, going out to dinner, sleeping with the fan on, finding shoes that fit in opshops, button up shirts/blouses, only liking being pale when you’re feeling thin, having your best friends’ parents love you, never getting caught for anything, leaving homework to the last minute and still getting great...
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I feel like shit for the first time in so long.
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Might have edited his story a tad...
•Cathal says: (12:30:47 AM)
there was this guy there tonight
•Cathal says: (12:30:56 AM)
and i went to piss and
•Cathal says: (12:32:00 AM)
he said 'oi brother give me a hand'
•Cathal says: (12:32:05 AM)
its incestuous
•Cathal says: (12:32:22 AM)
sif i'd say no
•Cathal says: (12:32:26 AM)
he was in need\
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He's my shrink.
•Cathal says: (12:07:50 AM)
but you see thats the thing, you're an extremely nice person its just you dont like people knowing it and every now and then you realise you're being nice and you feel you have to be mean to get the status quo back
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I’m too afraid to say this to you directly (which is rather stupid, though I suppose some things you just can’t help) so here goes my best attempt at being reasonable regarding this whole situation. Enough is enough. I’m not sure if you realise this or not but there are some people, one person in particular, that take what you say a lot more serious than you may do yourself. What...
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School.
The way I see it, there’s two paths I can take.
Path one.
Stay in school, finish HSC, do a TAFE course, get a casual/part time job, live my life.
Path two.
Leave school, do a TAFE course, get a casual/part time job, live my life.
It’s not like it’s aiding me to get somewhere more in life. I don’t aspire to be a doctor, teacher, scientist or anything that requires UNI...
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I care not for particulars.
I keep myself in the dark and it’s entirely on purpose. I don’t want to know how, why, where, who or what - the moment you know these things, all the magic is gone.
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I have no respect for cheaters.
Never have, never will - no matter who you are.
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The "Popular" link up the top of tumblr is gone.
Fuck my life, how am I meant to entertain myself now.
Edit - nevermind, I found the page again aha woo!
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I did it.
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I always get what I wish for.
It’s not because I’m lucky and it’s not because I’m spoiled, it’s because I know exactly what to wish for. I’m so glad you were so understanding, something tells me I didn’t need to use all my 11:11 and shooting star wishes for things to work out the way they did.
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I’m sick of being the same, average, normal, expected, predictable, ordinary, everyday, boring. I want to be the girl you doubletake while passing by, who you wonder about for hours about where I bought my clothes or how I did my hair. I want people to guess for years but still just never figure me out.
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My life is amazing, yet I still want to change almost every single thing about it. Odd, no? I don’t want to backspace my life, just feel like hitting enter a few times and starting a fresh on a whole new page, a blank canvas, ready for a whole new adventure.
This week is my first step to finally becoming the person I wish to be. Maybe it’ll finally give me the guts to live the rest of...
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Sometimes I really do hate dreams.
They have the power to transform you into anyone, even into the one thing you truly hate. I don’t care what happens or who it is, that is what I will never be.
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What's the point of spending your youth preparing...
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I hate love quotes.
Actually, I just hate most quotes in general. Just because someone famous and/or good with words said it, doesn’t make it true. Most of it is bullshit.
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I will not delete this blog.
- I’m so fucking indecisive. I don’t know why it is really, I just have a fear of making decisions that will affect other people. I’d rather please myself than please others to be honest, but at the same time I’m terrified of hurting those around me, even in the slightest.
- With the holidays pretty much half gone now I suppose I’ve started thinking a little more about school (though all my...
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I understand knowing everything about a person can be considered quite romantic and/or give you a sense of contentment, but sometimes it’s more fun to just keep people guessing.
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December 2009
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New Years Eve.
Lift to Cathal’s house, lift to St Marys station, trian to Parramatta, walk to Josh’s house, straighten the boys’ hair, wait for Corey, walk to Parramatta station, train to Nelson’s Point (and some interesting people watching along the way), train to Town Hall, walk to Oxford Street, walk no where in particular for almost three hours (Maxibons, delicious drinks and too much...
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The blog I'll be posting my daily photo on -... →
