Entries By Kayley
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saturday
Saturday, the day that people like to party. To live it up. Me, I’m sitting here. Alone. Wanting to talk to the one I love but yet I’m so far away it hurts. I just want to spend a Saturday under the sun. With the one I love. Please?
Posted By Kayley On 06.29.2012 @ 10:54 pm
Saturday. It’s just another day to me. To most people it’s the weekend and that means happiness. But not to me, it makes me think of the Saturdays I’m going to spend alone as the one I love is going to college. Do I break it off, or go the distance? This is going to kill me in the end..
Posted By Kayley On 06.29.2012 @ 10:51 pm
hassle
not if I can avoid it, but when travelling, sthirs can be rotated and worn for days on end, whereas when you finally shower, you NEED clean undies (or no undies with your (if you’re lucky, clean) trousers) but can get away with a rotated shirt.if a hippy in the woods wears all underthings, shaves, and puts on deoderants, is s/he still a hippy?
Posted By Kayley On 05.31.2012 @ 2:29 pm
separate
separate: being away from something; apart from something
e.g. I was put in a separate cell from my friend.
Posted By Kayley On 05.01.2012 @ 6:25 pm
conviction
The feeling of not having enough air, because you are just that sure of being right. There is nothing else, just greatness, because the truth has emerged. What is wrong or right when there is conviction? It is the difference between false accusations and truth. Or is it?
Posted By Kayley On 10.11.2011 @ 4:53 pm
succeed
What is success? I think you have to know the answer to that for yourself, before you can attain it. What I mean is, you have to know what’s most important to you before you can even hope to achieve something that’s actually going to make you feel good about yourself.
Posted By Kayley On 08.18.2011 @ 1:14 am
beloved
i love you. my son. the deepest part of my mind and soul. unbound to anything, always here. eternal. forever.
Posted By kayley On 06.12.2011 @ 4:20 pm
grapes
Purple floating Dots against the sun both out of reach both full, splashed with color simply sickly sweet It cannot be true it cannot be real
Posted By Kayley On 01.17.2009 @ 4:59 pm
