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The day after Friday. It was supposed to be the start of a beautiful friendship. It was supposed to be a stressful, energetic, yet satisfying day. Now it will be a normal day. A day just like any other. There will be nothing special about this Saturday. There will probably be nothing special about Saturday’s ever again.

Posted By Alyssa Jane On 06.29.2012 @ 2:33 pm

There does not seem to be enough of these in a day. Seconds, hours, days. Who counts things by the minute anymore? I guess I am waiting to leave and have 15 minutes. That’s counting by them. But an hour ago it was simple “ages” not an actual measurement of time. We don’t really understand time. Do we?

Posted By Alyssa Jane On 06.22.2012 @ 12:47 pm

It always has to be somebody’s fault. God forbid you ever blame yourself. I think that it is sad the little you actually understand that you do. We try and try to please you but we are always at fault. I just don’t get it, or like it.

Posted By Alyssa Jane On 06.01.2012 @ 1:25 pm

I hate when those people are asking questions you just can’t imagine answering. It is so hard to think about what you should and shouldn’t say when everyone wants to know everything. I don’t know anything about my own life. Why do they need to know more? It’s like everything you want to say is not good enough.

Posted By Alyssa Jane On 05.31.2012 @ 10:27 am

The houses here. They are built like castles. It’s like they have been lost in time. Decayed, broken, worn out. They could have been great some day. They would have been great one day. If only, if only, someone cared enough to take care of them. If only, if only, someone would have saved them.

Posted By Alyssa Jane On 05.30.2012 @ 9:00 am