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Post by Citrine Bailey on Mar 2, 2008 3:51:07 GMT
Sheesh, I'm bored. Sick of this atmosphere. I'm thinking of taking off. Don't know where I'd go, don't care, definitely.
I need some place to fly.
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Mar 21, 2008 17:46:04 GMT
Everything's empty, disappearing, again. It's how it's always been. I should know by now. Never let yourself get close. People like us can't stick around for long...
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Apr 13, 2008 23:48:28 GMT
Why does everything bore me? I'm so sick of everyone. They're all the same, I've noticed.
Too sad or too happy. Nothing is satisfactory. sh*t, where do I escape? I want to meet new people. But they want to bring me back to the ones I already know. It's an endless cycle of connections.
I prefer independence. I don't believe in relationships. I don't believe in best friendships. Once you're in, you're in.
Me? I've been free all my life. On the run, never stopping for anyone. All the sudden I'm limbo.
Screw this. [/center]
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Post by Citrine Bailey on May 10, 2008 23:45:24 GMT
Half the time I don't know what's going on. I'm either waiting or on the move. But, for once, and I can feel it, really feel it...
I know I'm happy.
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Jul 10, 2008 20:56:44 GMT
[An OoC post] .Only because Ritsuka started it.
Orlando, Florida. What can I say about Orlando, Florida? Well. It feels good to be back in California... Where you don't stick to everything.
Sorry, but humidity? Not for me. Thanks. I like gray clouds. Cold. Wind, even, if it's not too wild. The sun? Hates me. I hate him. We've got a mutual understanding going on.
But, hey, it was Disneyworld. Disney. The empire which my life revolves around. Which also means... people. Fat, ugly, smelly people, everywhere. CHILDREN... everywhere. Toddlers. Sticky, stinky toddlers. They run around, thinking they're adorable. When I'd love nothing more than just slapping them.
But, hey. I didn't mind the foreigners too much. French accents? Italians? Yum.. x]
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Aug 11, 2008 20:05:50 GMT
I've been named the Slytherin prefect. Don't ask me why. I've never attended a single class. I think it's because I'm definitely disciplinary. Don't get me wrong... I'm indifferent, so I don't get revenge on personal grudges. But, I do see a lot of things... just... happening. When they shouldn't.
Maybe now I can stop them? It's interesting, knowing I'm something. It's almost humorous.
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Nov 12, 2008 4:38:03 GMT
Everyone keeps running away. Disappearing. As if whatever they've got is more important.
I hate this place, these pathetic vermin. Teenage angst, hormones, disgusting. How I'd like to slit their throats. Being neutral is taking its toll. I think it's an impossibility.
"You either die a hero or you live long enough to become a villain." I'm not dying a hero. And I can feel the battery acid in my veins.
How I'd like to just... hurt someone.
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Nov 27, 2008 19:33:14 GMT
No matter how hard I try, I can't leave this place. It used to be my escape, my fantasy world, when I could rely on nothing else. Now I see the dark halls, the night sky, the Forbidden Forest.
My heart aches.
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Dec 19, 2008 2:36:22 GMT
What now?
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Post by Citrine Bailey on Jan 29, 2009 3:13:31 GMT
**AN OOC POST** Yeah, so... I just started a new term, (with new classes) at school. For those of you who don't know.. and you know, those of you who care, my school has the most retarded block scheduling known to man. We get four periods a day, cram all our class' work into an hour and a half, and do that schedule for half a year's time... so they added longer classtime, but cut the months you spend in that class in half.
Yeah. Pretty stupid.
So if you're in an AP class, like me, especially one like US History.. I mean.. that's a lot of history, you're pretty much booked for the next.. 14? weeks.
The point of this post? I'll be posting less. I'll be on the computer less. I'll be out of the house less, sleeping less, laughing less, etc.
I'm pretty much not going to have a life as of... NOW. See you around June. [/font]
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