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2022-12-14T12:50:43+01:00
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La curiosité, malgré tous ses attraits, Goûte souvent bien des regrets ; On en voit tous les jours mille exemples paraître C'est n'en déplaise au sexe, un plaisir bien léger Dès qu'on le prend il cesse d'être ; Et toujours il coûte trop cher. »
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2022-12-13T16:29:27+01:00
Need a Best friend.
Gosh the day I get a best friend the world will be tired of me,
I will be at every party.
Taking pictures daily and be everywhere with my Bestie.
Please God give me a best friend I need one so badly :(
I hate being alone, my extroverted side is suffering; I need a friend to make me act crazy.
2022-12-13T16:21:20+01:00
songs that I love. (you will cry and dance )
I lost a friend by Finneas
Liability by Lorde
Anxiety by Megan Thee stallion
Calm down by Rema
Rush by Ayra Starr
Paro By Nej
Go away by Tate McRae
R U OK by Tate McRae
Pacify her By Melanie Martinez
Please don't go by Sandmo, vini
Thique by Beyonce
Monalisa by Chris Brown
Young and Beautiful By lana del Rey
Break my soul By Beyonce
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2022-12-13T02:50:57+01:00
2022-12-13T01:50:32+01:00
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Some days I want to start all over again, just pack up all of my things and just rent a place in some small town where no one knows me not that they know who I am where I live now. But somehow I am a familiar face, they know to expect me everyday before 10 pm and they know what my car looks like. My neighbors know that I have cats when they see me bring them to the vet. They know that almost no one ever visits me and that I am always all alone with my headphones on when I take out the trash because I’m afraid to start a conversation with anyone. They know how much I shop because each time I go out I always come back with a bag.
But in this town that I want to move in they won’t know anything about me. For a while They won’t know when to expect me, they won’t know how much I shop, they won’t know what my name is because no one will ever call my name when I walk by. Perhaps if I buy a small bungalow somewhere far out without anything else on sight but big tall trees I can escape the emptiness that this big city brings in my heart.
Why can I just be like them? Why can’t I just go to parties, have fun, take pictures?… why must I always want to escape? Why do I always feel so different? I feel like a 90 year old woman stuck in a young woman’s body… yet I am kid-like most of the time. It’s quite a mystery to be me; yet I love who I am even if sometimes I feel like I am missing out.