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Name: Keshia Metro: Birthday: 1/28/1986 Gender: Female
Interests: You. Expertise: procrastination. Occupation: Customer service/support Industry: Hospitality
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7/20/2005
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Put color back into my world.
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| {Jumble shit}
What is this I feel?
Fifty different things all at once.
I'm ready for home to liveable.
I'm losing my sanity. Pieces of it, anyway. Time is passing by, but slowly...then I blink my eyes, and days are gone. Leaving with Derek, staying with people I don't know...makes things hard. Then, I realize that staying with family was harder, all though I love them dearly. Now staying the weekend in Houston has been a nice getaway...but when home is all you want, it's tough. Sleeping on the floor is tough, too...thanks to someone. My back is killing me, worse. Mom's not going to be happy that I never went to the doctor. Fuck it. | | |
| [Someone Slip Something into my Drink]
I'm better.
I'm as good as I'll be.
I just have this awkward grin on my face that's whispering..."I'm fine."
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| [Title:Painkillers]
So, I have this quirky little thing where when I have a broken heart, I tend to not be able to sleep in my own bed. I've slept in my bed a total of maybe four times in the past two weeks. I just sleep on my couch...all the time. It's a comfortable couch, though. Now there are clothes covering the vast majority of my bed, and it's annoying. Very annoying.
Just as annoying is the fact that all I've wanted to do all day is listen to The White Album, but nooooo. I can't find either disk I had burned. NO BEATLES?? Not kosher. :'( | | |
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