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December 26th, 2007 @ 1:26pm
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I can't find my dog.
I don't know..
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November 20th, 2007 @ 8:54pm
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I despise Thanksgivings, for many many reasons.
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November 6th, 2007 @ 8:53pm
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There's so much that goes into writing a book, that even I am not aware of what I've put myself through. I think a good writer either becomes his characters, or feels greatly for them, and either way its emotionally unsettling when you carry one from beginning to end.
Whether or not some artists with admit to it, the creator puts a lot of themselves in their work. I don't think that is anything to be ashamed of, or to fear people picking it apart and making whatever connections they will.
If you don't embrace the flaws of your characters, you aren't embracing yourself. If you don't embrace your own flaws, how will you ever accept the ones you find in others? (They tend to be the same, as well)
There is a lot of relief that comes with this last sentence;
I finished this book at last.
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October 20th, 2007 @ 8:51pm
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I specified for the Rehabilitation Clinic to keep their information to themselves so I could explain when I'm ready.
Simply put, I checked out of Rehab, and I'm keeping up with an Outpatient program, and working on the end of my book.
I'm not sure how much of an explanation that is, but its all I can muster for now.
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October 6th, 2007 @ 8:51pm
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It is sterile and clean, much akin to a saltless sea.
With waves of stifled voices,
I cannot breathe.
Crashing against hardened choices,
I slip into the undertow,
I cannot breathe.
( Private )
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September 3rd, 2007 @ 8:48pm
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Fear is something that you can overcome.
He can hurt me, but he's not going to hurt her.
And sometimes you just have to suck it up, and face those fears.
Sometimes there are other things at stake then your own reality, and ego.
Frankly, I'm not one to be tested. Everyone has their limits, and I've finally reached mine.
( Ade.. )
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August 20th, 2007 @ 8:47pm
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I need to find her.
The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more you try to avoid suffering the more you suffer because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you in proportion to your fear of being hurt. --Thomas Merton
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July 13th, 2007 @ 8:46pm
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I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.
Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea --
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.
( Ooc )
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June 25th, 2007 @ 8:39pm
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Hugh Grant? Tyson Ritter? You people are daft.... I'm much more of a Clive Owen Fan anyway. But I assure you, my readers, there aren't any men lining my walls, and if there were I'd have much better taste. In fact, there aren't any posters at all, I've much more tact then that, not that my particular interest in Victorian interior design helps my case any.
Who the hell is Michael Bennett?
Side note : The All-American rejects are garbage. Almost as bad as local "legends" The Lost Boys. What happened to real music?
Applauds anyway, nice try.
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