| Xanga has messaged me 90 times to take a survey to earn credit points.
I thought I owed them an entry to express a formal 'no' to the matter.
So "No" xanga... I do not want to take your survey.
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| Let this mark the lowest day of my life... the 22nd of december, 2008.. my 20th birthday |
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| I've really made a mess of a person's life... like really kind of destroyed it... I don't even know what I'm suppose to do in a case like this. |
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| I'm reorganizing time. Picking up my little interval-blocks and shuffling them around. I feel this need to stack them on one another higher and higher until a minute has no movement forward or backwards... but can only be grasped upwards. I build and then reach for a minute four days high, fifty-three blocks upwards... reaching... until I knock five hours down and Monday, Wednesday, and six minutes ago knocks my head, ear, and nose such that I sprawl outwards on the floor crying for someone to give me the time I wanted. One minute becomes covered in twenty-seven blocks. I pick myself up, hands out.... picking through two minutes, five years, a while later, and seven hours past. Searching... searching... I need one minute... I dig further until, finally, I grasp it right under six minutes too late, and I carry it with me to be there as I move thirty-two minutes away to use it, to stack it, and rebuild time once again. |
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| How scary will it be when you have no where left to strive... no more left aspire to. This being the point where we'll have to start living. |
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