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5/25/2009 03:31:00 AM
Monday, May 25, 2009

Its not the fall that hurts but when you hit the ground.

school later O.O kinda having problems stuffing my books in my bag, heh. ahh strange problem to encounter in this time of the night xD aw man. really in love with dbsk :D they dont just rock at singing but acting too, check out dangerous love. its super funny, nerve wrecking and cute :D heh heh. alrighto off to sleep, peaceee :]

have saved this email for a pretty long time le. despite it being an ordinary email, its a really touching story. amazing. it may even bring tears to your eyes man. check it out :]

( sorry bout the typos )

Boy: baby we need to talk

Girl: kyle, wat do u mean?

Boy: sumthin has come up...

Girl: wat? Wuts wrong? Is it bad?

Boy: i dont want to hurt u baby

Girl: *thinks* omg i hope he doesnt break up with me... I love him so much

Boy: baby are you there??

Girl: yea im here wut is so important??

Boy: im not sure if i should say

Girl: well u already brought it up, so please just tell me.

Boy: im leaving....

Girl: baby wut are u talking about?? I dont want u to leave me, i love you

Boy: not like that, i mean im moving far away

Girl: why? All of ur famliy lives over here.

Boy: well my father is sending me away to a boarding skool far away.

Girl: i cant believe this.

[FATHER: (picks up the other phone, interrupts & yells furiously) ERiKA, wat did i tell you about talking to boys?!!!!!....Get off the damn phone!! (And hangs up)]

Boy: wow ur father sounds really mad

Girl: u know how he gets, but anywayz i dont want you to go

Boy: would you run away with me?

Girl: baby, u know i would, i would do anything for u, but i cant... U dont know wut would happen if i did. My dad would kill me !!

Boy: *sad* its ok i understand i guess..

Girl: *thinking* i cant believe wuts going on

Boy: i need to give u sumthing 2nite b/c i am leaving on flight 1-80 in tha morning, so i need to see you now.

Girl: ok i will sneak out & meet u at tha park

Boy: ok ill meet u there in 20min

[They meet at a nearby park, they both hug eachother. And he gives her a note.]

Boy: here u go, this is for you i gotta go.

Girl: *tear* (begins to cry)

Boy: baby dont cry, u know i love you...but i have 2 go

Girl: ok (begins to walk away)

[They both go back home. And erika begins to read tha letter he gave her]

It says.....

Erika,

U probably already know that im leaving, i knew this would be better if i wrote a letter explaining tha truth about how much i care about you. The truth is, is that i never loved you, i hated you so much, u are my bitch and dont u ever forget that. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you, and be around u. U really have no clue how much i hate you. Now that im leaving i thought u should know that i hate you bitch, u never did tha right thing, and u were never there. I didnt think i could hate someone as much as i hate you. And i never want to see you, for the rest of my life, i will never miss kissing you like before, i never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and thats a promise. U never had my love, and i want you to remember that. Bitch u keep this letter bcuz this may be tha last thing u have from me. I hate you so much. i will not talk to you soon bitch.... Goodbye

- Kyle

[ erika begins to cry, she throws tha paper in tha garbage & crys for hours ]

....A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely.... Then she gets a fone call....

Friend: how are u feeling?

Girl: i just cant believe this happend i thought he loved me.

Friend: o, about that. Kyle left me a msg. A few days ago. He told me to tell u to look in ur jacket pocket or something...

Girl: ummm ok

[She finds a piece of paper in tha jacket, It says...]

Baby i hope u find this before u read my letter. I knew ur dad might read it, so i switched a few words...

Hate = Love

Never = Alwayz

Bitch = Baby

Will not= will

........ I hope u didnt take that seriously because i love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go thats y i wanted u to run away with me...

-Kyle

Girl: omg its a letter, Kyle does love me!!, he must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I cant believe how stupid I am!!

Friend: lol ok but i g2g.... Call me later

Girl: *happy*ok bye, i'll be at home waiting for my baby to call me !!

...... Erika turns tha T.V. on......

[Breaking news] 'An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for Survivors...This is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight 1-80...it was on its way to an all boys boarding school....' Reporter says.

[ she turns off the tv.....3 days later, she kills herself, because of tha fact that Kyle was dead & she had nothing to Live for... ]

....A day after that the phone rings. Nobody answers. It was Kyle, he called to leave a msg. 'Its Kyle, i guess ur not home so, I called to let u know that im alive, i missed my flight b/c i had 2 see u one last time. So i hope ur not worried. I am staying for good. Sorry if u got scared, i promise to make it up to you everything will be a be ok i love you so much...call me asap bye!

the end.

♥


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Welcome to my blog of rants inspired through the scribbles of one's mind.

poem inspired by agatha, alex, celine
i starred at the fan on the celing,
lifting my watch to my eyes.
it was 12 am in the morning.
i looked out of the window
as i admired the clear night sky.
leaving my bed as i started to walk towards the table,
reaching out for that knife which laid there alone.
crying and crying,
as each crystal clear tear fell to the floor one by one.
feeling the fresh, cold blood rush out of my skin.
having its pain numbed by these falling tears.
and therefore. that was when the phrase,
"BLOODSHED TEARS" was formed :D

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Name: Ruth Lee
A lost, confused soul wandering around this world with only a stick in one hand and a shield in the other.
Birthdate: 21st Feb 1994
SCGS!!!
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Overall?
An unusual fwen who is in love with music and is contented with the simple pleasures :)
Pretty much just a lost confused soul wandering around this world with only a stick in one hand and a shield in the other.
But but! If you meet me one day, come up to mua and whack me on the back and you'll get a poke in return :D
but if you whack me when im holding something, expect a whack filled with torns >:)

But honestly?

Hmmm. Lets just say there's more than meets the eye

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chance to enjoy the sunset at the sea side
chance to meet (people) in the future
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for both hands to clap instead of one
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