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Name: Anne
Birthday: 4/27/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Christ, Church history, Writing, movies, art, music, forests, classical civ., friends (in moderation), Good Coffee, dark chocolate, greenery, goldfish, hounds, medieval literature, castles, ancient history, cool names, ancestry, time/space continuum theorizing
Expertise: self-avoidance
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Real Estate
Message: message me
Member Since:
10/31/2005
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| I know I'm alive when I'm this lonely. My roommate Julie is so wonderful. Still, I haven't been this alone in a long time. And I admit it. God wouldn't deny me the right to feel bad. I've started a new story, been making myself smile with some drawing. I don't know why I'm writing this-- I just know that even if no one cares, it feels right to confess.
Anyone out there? Wish me luck-- Richard Lionheart and I aren't getting along like we used to. the Term paper all about his insufficiences as an administrator is stressing our relationship. : O
Anyone up the road hear me? I'm calling-- do answer if my voice reaches your ears. I only hear the wind in the trees, only feel the grass and dirt on the path. It's a beautiful place, but it's empty. Someone? Anyone? | | |
| Wow. That was a weird thing. I usually don't put up with junk like that coming out of my paper. | | |
| One from the past
Of late has walked into my dreams, returned to my mind, invaded my thoughts
The heaviness in my heart hasn't been so
exhausting in so long
Try to ignore it, keep on with life.
I want to be free for myself.
But I have to give thought to these images
Voice to the emotions.
I'm afraid. I'll admit it.
I'm afraid, afraid.
I'm afraid to look and know.
Somehow it seems I can't be free until I give up my freedom
I live more in dreams than in reality
But amidst my regrets,
How can I love a memory?
How can I cherish a discarded dream and broken possibility? | | |
| It's been a month to the day since I wrote last. Two weeks have already past, and I haven't done anything except work and go to a few movies (X-3 was excellent). Why does the future have to be so much the future? It appears Hillsdale isn't very possible this fall because dad had to resign. Well, that was another one of many of my dreams-come-true-for-a-short-time-then-get-taken-away-like-the-other-half-of-an-oreo. Oh well. I should have expected it, I suppose. Just have to wait it out. But I can't read or write or feel motivated to anything of consequence when I can't look forward to being at the one place I feel I belong at the time when I should be there. I wonder why God does this to me. He keeps dropping me into cold water, letting me dry off and warm up, then drops me in again. I'm sure He has His reasons, but still, I really, really want to go back to school. | | |
| Whoa. You go to live band concerts and people act really weird. In spite of all the half-in-the-bag (slightly amusing citizens), Centralhallapalooza was awesome!!! And Juny rocked the universe's sox. | | |
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