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    While everything around me is ever changing, ever dying, there is underlying that change a living power that is changeless, that holds all together, that creates, dissolves and recreates....For I can see in the midst of death, life persists, in the midst of untruth, truth persists, in the midst of darkness light persists ~Mohandas K. Gandhi Site Fights Spirit Counter

    twenty. loud. addicted to certain fandoms. reads fanfiction. likes to twist the written word. can talk about anything under the sun (and thats the problem). This blog is a compilation of my thoughts and my life...so you know it wont be very interesting. ;)

    Monday, May 01, 2006

    you larn more about someone in an hour of play than in a year of conversation

    You know, you think youve forgotten all about him, its been weeks since you last thought of him,then you go somewhere you used to spend time in, around people you both used to chill with, cradling the same drinks you used to drink together, hearing the songs you used to dance to and at the same time use as pseudo foreplay, and out of blue, everything just hits you at once and instead of thinking about the great guy looking at you across the dancefloor or that sweet guy who's been texting you lately, his face is all you see, his arms are all you remember around you, his voice is all you can hear, and the memories blur your vision, youre all choked up, youre back to then and the now is gone, and to stop the tears from running down your face and ruin the night (not to mention the makeup), you have a choice. You can pour another drink down your throat and forget, dance the night away. Or you can sit and remember, cherish the memories.

    I chose the jd with coke last night option. Didnt make things better but did make the night that bit more bearable.

    Not to say last night wasnt fun,it was amazingly glorious, one of the best nights out with my girls and other friends but just goddamn the bloody memories.

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