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I was just totally discriminated against.......
Asshole
That is what you all are
Holes
from Holland
seriously thast was rude.

In which I mention how OUTDATED blogs are.///....

picture to start of what I hope will be a long blog entry.

AAAAAAAHHH..............Cam Gigandet.

Poems by Emily Dickinson

Love

VI.
If you were coming in the fall,

I'd brush the summer by

With half a smile and half a spurn,

As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,

I'd wind the months in balls,

And put them each in separate drawers,

Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,

I'd count them on my hand,

Subtracting till my fingers dropped

Into Van Diemen's land.

If certain, when this life was out,

That yours and mine should be,

I'd toss it yonder like a rind,

And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length

Of time's uncertain wing,

It goads me, like the goblin bee,

That will not state its sting.

If I were to die this second. What would the world remember of me?. Would anyone know me really well enough? The truth of me? Would anyone ever know why I cry, why I smile, why I do what I do? Why I want to be who I want to be? Who will remember me? Can anyone really know another completely?

Can two people stay happy together forever? They can fight, yeah sure, but how many people come back and say” I love you, I have vowed to love you, and I’m just going to keep doing that.” Who will witness my life, and let me witness theirs? Why do movies make us believe in a completely realistic, but utopian vision of life?

Mostly will anything last? Why am I so insecure? Why do I need to be reminded of reality? I guess I’m just not fine with the fact that my life, my happiness, will be defined by my board exam .
Is this blog, a confession booththingy or what?