

On the busThere it went; my chance at improving my self esteem and maybe a date thrown in as well. But no, it went riding off in the bus I almost had gotten on, only hadnt been in time to catch.On the bus
Oh, too bad sport. My best friend Mark grinned his smuggest grin at me.
Shut up. I mumbled. You JINXED me! Bastard. I continued to mumble to myself. Why are you following me anyway? Dont you have a life? I said raising my voice a little and glaring at him. Yep, I just wanted to watch you NOT talk to this guy. Face it Nita, you wouldnt have. He gav


Self knowledge So how does someone really know themselves?Self knowledge
This is the question I ponder; my fingers paused over the keys of my keyboard. I was in the middle of a blog on my online journal and I couldnt figure out where I was going with my thoughts. Does it even really matter? I counter myself. Do you really need to know yourself entirely? My best friend and, lets face it, current love of my life thinks so. But I dont think I entirely agree with him.
Whats life for if you dont give it a purpose, and what better purpose to giv
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