tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78500228234380984112024-03-14T05:31:51.218-07:00under the surface.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-85025204807847605292010-10-09T01:45:00.000-07:002010-10-09T01:51:13.654-07:00http://www.theadamandeveprojects.com/http://www.frontrowdiary.com/<div>http://www.blackboxboutique.co.nz♥/</div>its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-68815811399569363062010-10-09T01:43:00.000-07:002010-10-09T01:44:08.884-07:00http://www.bonadrag.comkeep on rollin'its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-68265042344317694002010-10-09T01:40:00.000-07:002010-10-09T01:41:00.061-07:00http://mingmakescupcakes.yolasite.com/another new site. <div>i'm going to make a new blog. soon. </div>its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-90452674970781408902010-10-09T01:37:00.001-07:002010-10-09T01:37:54.507-07:00http://www.fashiontoast.com/amazing blog.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-57860914692184550932010-09-26T13:21:00.000-07:002010-09-26T13:40:15.446-07:00frogs and lillypads.i seem to move from one person to the next. trying to find this thing called loved. i like feeling needed and wanted by someone else. everyday i try not to think about you, and maybe this is why i'm doing this. travelling from one person to the next. i'm trying to find a way of forgetting you. of getting you out of my mind. of moving on and letting go. and it works, until one of us leaves. this time though, i'd found someone who was better then you. the more i wanted him the less i needed you. and i was beginng to feel fine. i didn't have the constant memory of 'us' in the back of my head. the way he held my hand, how he'd cuddle me just to show he cared and play with my hair just because it was soft. my head fits perfectly into the crest of his shoulder and he let me fall alseep on him. we spent so many hours endless hours together and not once did we get bored. the gap in my heart was finally filled. until again, he leaves. he has issues with how he feels. he says he feels that he's going to use me for sexual things, so he leaves before i got hurt again. thing is..you hurt me more then alex ever did. or maybe it was the 2 of you together. with the 'i never loved you' and the 'i must leave, before i hurt you' it's like a recipe for disaster. for breaking my heart. perhaps i've been cursed. perhaps this is just what it's going to be like for me. maybe it's me. maybe i am someone who can never be loved. or liked. maybe i need to change. before i can ever be loved again. i want to stop feeling. stop believing. i want to move on with my life with someone who is going to care. maybe i want to much and give to little. all i know for sure is that last night i've never felt so heart broken, so unhappy and willing and ready to die.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-22593720440643646612010-09-22T11:24:00.000-07:002010-09-22T11:32:51.786-07:00- like a river.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_74HR4W5h2Kf-CkDyv4-ndHiiygyCYyxT_7783ntHOLqIbEOmNZJORW-avhWjVS88-lWgtMpLSd3viyKVayVEqd_Q2JdCt6F_xfX32Gzr27JllnAPDQUF6wjbHrKfmTQqpnPTK3xRHs/s1600/cuddle1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_74HR4W5h2Kf-CkDyv4-ndHiiygyCYyxT_7783ntHOLqIbEOmNZJORW-avhWjVS88-lWgtMpLSd3viyKVayVEqd_Q2JdCt6F_xfX32Gzr27JllnAPDQUF6wjbHrKfmTQqpnPTK3xRHs/s400/cuddle1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519807271021248610" border="0" /></a><br />you told me your story yesterday, about your life and what you have been through. It scared me. Not because of the things you have done, and the places you could now be. but because it made me realise just how much i care about you, and how much i don't ever want to see you down those dark roads again.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-67126620744588251392010-08-20T23:17:00.000-07:002010-08-20T23:50:39.574-07:00it's just me, myself and i.i get happy, like incredibly happy. and then after long hard months of getting over you people say things, make me regret things, see things differently to before and make me wanna go back in time and change it all.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-81935010350821189682010-08-18T15:03:00.001-07:002010-08-18T16:02:36.737-07:00The truth is, you give me butterflies everytime i talk to you, look in your eyes, or hug you.<span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >But, I try not to get too involved with you, because I'm scared to love again. </span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" >I got hurt once, and I don't want that to happen again. It might seem like I don't trust you, but I just don't want a guy to just like me for my body again. I'm sorry...</span>its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-14104612807795369372010-07-29T23:42:00.001-07:002010-07-29T23:58:30.352-07:00from right now, you are nothing but a memory.you can go screw who you please. go fuck with whoever elses emotions. but there is no way you are playing with mine anymore. you have for too long. and now, i'm moving on. becoming the person i want to be. nothing, no one you ever wanted me to be.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-36673753110756358662010-07-28T15:25:00.001-07:002010-07-28T15:27:29.455-07:00when i look back on our photos, you never looked at me like you loved me. not once.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-84546520953508475992010-07-28T15:25:00.000-07:002010-07-28T15:27:20.068-07:00when i look back on our photos, you never looked at me like you loved me. not once.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-34419069373155792812010-07-15T03:59:00.000-07:002010-07-15T04:00:14.032-07:00:) xxx that was always 'our' thing.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-39152194799667811552010-07-11T02:28:00.000-07:002010-07-11T02:29:35.137-07:00i wanna have that one true kiss, you know, the one where your foot just 'pops' up.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-13472867137600630572010-07-11T02:15:00.000-07:002010-07-11T02:40:19.494-07:00i am over you, i'm just not over the way you made me feel.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53jtReQlVZN5YKe1-lUIy2CH9ubF7qoTUVI30j-3rZWMj06ogrkhgGuUhc5KQ0QGhmLogoZrl8TCM2E8m6rmRAVpmFQkpBffYYrn7jfvRvC_vPd_ahLUz6EhksE7CEo8jfH6kYG5LI5Y/s1600/icon.jpg"><br /></a>its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-43630105234571944582010-07-06T10:16:00.000-07:002010-07-06T15:16:55.051-07:00even though you wish we never met, i'm glad we did. i'm glad we did all that we did.It all happened the way it happened for a reason. it ended the way it did and started because of me. i'm sorry for forgetting your birthday, for starting fights and not accepting wendy but i'm glad i spent 5 months of my life with you, with everyone knowing i was yours and you were mine.. sure there were times where i wanted to punch you in the face and leave because it was the easiest thing to do - just to give up on it all but i couldn't. you did though. when i needed you the most and that hurt more then anything else. it wasn't the broken promises, or the amount of things i believed it was because you took the one thing that kept me going, kept me smiling, but without warning without even asking me first. Who am i kidding? i'm not over you, i won't ever be completly. it was you who taught me how to smile when my world was crashing down, who cuddled me so tight when i was angry, who texted me the sweetest things when i was unsure of who i am. You held me together, you made me who i am. I'm still trying, not conciously, but to be the girl you wanted me to be. I miss you, but then i don't care. i don't regret it, i don't regret us. not for one minute. not anymore. you though, you don't care about me. not for one moment. i was a mistake. a muck up in your eyes. in your eyes alex, i must look like the most foul living human to ever exsist. but in mine, i'm just another girl who was hurt by a boy who never cared.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-33105485447796670152010-07-06T04:23:00.000-07:002010-07-06T04:27:48.781-07:00'what do you do when someone you love lets you down? really fucks you over. '<br />'you must try to stop loving them.'<br />'and, is that possible? '<br />'no, i don't think so. 'its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-20156285458803702482010-07-04T00:16:00.000-07:002010-07-04T00:21:11.296-07:00this is the only place i let my emotions free.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-44680297064894308262010-07-03T23:51:00.001-07:002010-07-03T23:53:27.186-07:00this is my 100th post.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZYlK0Yc434_pVL9I1E9-jsVnfcOFexLtTQmyrlv8pvrUjqGTg_PVtGUAq2pVtxL6ONt2Pxs5gI7Oj-1-F5GZJvT8d3YTMTI95MUMX55OwpkAL_DU_Dfz25OCxpXANQN8HdxXUmO7r4Q/s1600/27451_1446829641_817_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMZYlK0Yc434_pVL9I1E9-jsVnfcOFexLtTQmyrlv8pvrUjqGTg_PVtGUAq2pVtxL6ONt2Pxs5gI7Oj-1-F5GZJvT8d3YTMTI95MUMX55OwpkAL_DU_Dfz25OCxpXANQN8HdxXUmO7r4Q/s400/27451_1446829641_817_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489940574348285426" border="0" /></a><br />i never change.<br />i don't think i ever will.<br />i miss you.<br />i'd ruin everything just to have one more moment with you.<br />no one, not even you, has any idea towards who i am.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-71358122426535755652010-06-30T11:56:00.001-07:002010-06-30T21:58:01.494-07:00if i'm being honest.there isn't one day when i don't think about you. think about what we had. how you treated me. what it would be like if we were still together and if you had kept to your promises. i walk places, i see sights i saw in your arms, now in my own. i'm glad you left because i'm better off on my own. i told you i would be miserable at best without you, which i was, for months. But i guess i've finally stopped caring, stopped putting something into nothing. I still care about you, i always will. I just wouldn't put my own life at risk to save yours anymore. I won't put myself on the ground where i'll take yet another bullet for you in your family. i always thought you filled the place where i'd once been broken, but you didn't fill it. you covered it. you wern't my 'one'. you wern't my first love. you were just a boy i was foolish with. you are nothing to me anymore.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-37601255868356367862010-06-21T03:53:00.001-07:002010-07-06T05:01:50.872-07:00hello, my name is jasmine.<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">im done with the past, im done with the feelings. im done with the regret. and the stupid mistakes. im done with feeling like i have nothing left to give. im done with trying to hard and having nothing in return. im done with everything. i cant begin to describe how much i wish i would turn back the clock. and not do some of the things ive done. but i have and im sorry. im trying to do the right thing, by everyone. not just for myself but sometimes, you have to put yourself before everyone else. and that's what im doing. because for now its about me i cant open my doors to anyone else, to anymore hurt. so im putting my walls back up. and i hope one day somebody somewhere, will come along and knock me off my feet. telll me everything i wana hear and mean if from the bottom of their hearts. to tell me im amazing, and that im beautiful. i want that someone that will just text me to tell me they love me. i know somewhere there's that person. but im wasting so much energy on people that dont matter, that i miss that person. who's right before my eyes. so for now, i give up. i throw it all on the floor. and im walking away for the better. because, im ready for whatever the future will throw at me, because my mum always told me. what doesnt kill me will only make me stronger</span>.</span></span></span></div>its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-22202312154363833442010-06-10T02:16:00.000-07:002010-06-10T02:31:52.529-07:00you know what? if you died i don't even think i would even cry.all i can say between the gasps of breath and the blood on my hands is that you finally won. you finally made me feel as worthless as a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">piece</span> of gum on the bottom of your shoe. but right now, no words can explain the sorrow i feel. although one day when karma comes and bites you in the ass i'll laugh. it'll make my whole world so much of a better place knowing that you finally have your own taste of the vile words you spoke to me.its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-77000725559706369752010-06-09T23:15:00.000-07:002010-06-09T23:16:24.947-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;">and when i hear your name i don't feel even the littlest bit of pain inside me. it's finally finished. </span></blockquote>its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-27456344219920338502010-06-07T23:46:00.000-07:002010-06-08T00:00:40.213-07:00<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><blockquote>we have to accept that people are going to stay in our hearts even if they dont stay in our lives.</blockquote></span></span></h3>its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-6743731416435998952010-06-06T15:32:00.000-07:002010-06-06T15:33:44.898-07:00if i was someone else, and i met myself, would i like me?its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7850022823438098411.post-10089558400743960252010-06-06T14:31:00.000-07:002010-06-06T15:11:01.167-07:00dates and places. times and memories.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">october</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> - you say you have never been happier being with me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">november</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> - you say your in love with me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">december</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> - you promise me </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">at least</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> 3 years of your life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">january</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> - you tell me you want me forever. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />january</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> 15</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">th</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> - you </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">say that</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> your the happiest you will ever be doing what we did.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">feburary</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> - you don't see me for a month because sport is more important.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in march - you leave me because you don't love me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but now, in june - i am a mistake. you wish you never met me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but you know what, i'm more then glad i met you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">you taught me to never trust a single guy with my heart.</span>its just life.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09001879205522123675noreply@blogger.com0