Six Hundred and Ninety, So This Is Goodbye

"They've got nothing on you, babyyyy.

Nothing on you..."

Chao, conscious being.

Holidays are here...

We'll leave.

They cannot force us to stop.

They can put us in costumes.

They can splat on useless makeup.

They can dress us up for the final rehearsal.

Then...

We will march away.

Through the jungles with our fancy suits and bow ties.

They'll see the dirt beneath our fingernails, and know where we've been.

Don't try to control other people's lives. We're not robots.

Give me something to believe in, cause I don't believe in you anymore, anymore...

Overseas.

"So this is goodbye."

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Six Hundred and Seventy-Nine, Hugs

Six Hundred and Eighty-Seven, Moments

We all have our moments.

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Funny.

Six Hundred and Eighty-Five, Looking For I Don't Know What

We stared intently, looking for I don't know what. But there was nothing to see, just groups of jovial people, hurrying from one place to another in the cold evening.

Six Hundred and Eighty-Four, No Joints

Hello reader,

They're both so good.

Love the way Harry Shum Jr dances. He has no joints, his dance is crazy... and really nice.

Six Hundred and Eighty-Three, Great Team

Dear reader dear,

They make a great team.

Six Hundred and Eighty-Two, Body Spray

Dear reader,
I really dislike those people who spray so much deodorant.

Six Hundred and Eighty-One, Burn Notice and White Collar

Six Hundred and Eighty, Selfish Game

Dear reader,

I want to be a spy, but it means that you cannot trust anyone at all.

Not even the ones that you work with. You may have the best team mates in the world, those that give their word that they will give their life for you. You may have the best gadgets too. But people will disappoint and technology will fail one fine day. Time and again, your continued survival boils down to you, what you did, how you react.

In the end, surviving is a selfish game.

Take the lonely road, break up.

Bye, for now.

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Six Hundred and Seventy-Eight, Personification

Personification.

You are non-existent.

Six Hundred and Seventy-Seven, Disgusting Jackson

My dear reader,

Jackson saw this and posted it like ten thousand times. He's so disgusting.

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Six Hundred and Seventy-Four, Issues

Hello reader,

I have serious issues with my self esteem.

I am constantly

I am constantly

I am constantly

I am constantly

I am constantly

Thinking

Wondering

Planning

Hoping

Fearing

You matter too much, we need a break.

Six Hundred and Seventy-Three, Your Species

I'm starting to hate a majority of your species.

Brown eyes.

Six Hundred and Seventy-Two, I Want You To

You can ask me anything, I want you to.

You can ask me what I meant when I said that?

How I felt?

Ask me if I'm pissed at you?

Just shoot me the question straight.

Ask me who I'm directing this post to.

Ask me if I'm lying?

Ask me if I cried?

Just ask me why am I so artificial and weird.

Ask me why I'm smiling?

Why am I mad at someone?

You can tell me anything too, I want you to.

Tell me that you're angry.

That you felt that I was too much.

Tell me if you're happy too.

Tell me you find me boring.

Just tell me if you hate me, and the reason why.

Tell me about your dreams.

Your favourite television series.

Ask me anything.

If it's private, I'll tell you. I won't make a story

If it's not, I'll tell you an honest answer.

Tell me anything.

If it's positive, I'll love to hear it.

If it's not, I'll love to hear it still.

Btw, don't mind me if I ask you if you're pissed with me.

And don't get even madder. Just tell me why.

Don't get mad if I tell you something you don't want to hear.

Kisses and stars.

We'll blow the bubbles away, and clear the sky.

So there.

Six Hundred and Seventy-One, Broken World

We are all creatures of this broken world.

Six Hundred and Sixty-Nine, Storms We Cannot Weather

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

- I Dreamed A Dream

Six Hundred and Sixty-Eight, Hilarious

Hilarious.

Six Hundred and Sixty-Seven, Gave It All Away

But I gave it all away

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Six Hundred and Sixty-Five, Acting Like

Stop acting like you know me so well!

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Six Hundred and Sixty-Three, Presumed To Exist

No more things should be presumed to exist than are absolutely necessary.

Which means a murder victim is usually killed by someone known to them and fairies are made out of paper and you can't talk to someone who is dead.

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Six Hundred and Sixty-One, Mr Schuster's Hilarious Face

Dear reader,

I love Mr Schuster's face. Hilarious.

He looks like he's from a cartoon.

Six Hundred and Sixty, Say All You Want

You can say all you want that you don't care.

Six Hundred and FIfty-Nine, Fortune Tellers

"I'm just wondering why fortune tellers and psychics need to ask for your name." -MG.

Six Hundred and Fifty-Eight, You Disgusting

Mike Chang finds you disgusting. HAHA.

So there, bye.

Six Hundred and Fifty-Seven, Amazing

Dear reader,

Nearly cried watching this. It's so amazing.

Six Hundred and Fifty-Six, Mike Chang Dancing

I love Mike Chang dancing. And all the other Glee cast too!

Six Hundred and Fifty-Five, Mike Chang

Dear reader,

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Harry Sum Jr aka Mike Chang of Glee is in this!

He's so good!

The LXD: Moments

hey j, hope you'll see this. don't get angry at me for logging in and posting here. talk to me soon. please?

j.

Six Hundred and Fifty-Four, Leave Me Alone

LMA

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Six Hundred and Fifty, Most Memorable

The most memorable people in your life will be the ones who loved you when you weren’t very lovable.

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Six Hundred and Forty-Seven, She Dances

Skirt swaying in the half-light

She dances

White blossom in the black sky

I need new clothes, she thinks.

New skin, a mind I can bear to live in

- She Dances

Six Hundred and Forty-Six, Baby Blues