ERIN BERRY
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no rainbows without rain, sunshine coast, senior '10, aspiring artist, facebook, texting, tea, sushi, paints, koi fish, children's story's, wolves, toast, flamingos, owls, ebay, winter, mushu, animals, skirts, pet stores, japanese, myrat, mypoopi, dollars, blogspot, dance, rain, fashion, white, noodles, comedy, books, Chinese, photography, lotus, yoshi, dragonflies, perfume, wine glasses, long nails, squids, emails, people who smell good, karma, water reflections, jewelry, tans, mula, urban, boobala, pasta&cheese, loving, people who are afraid of meat, msn, james and the giant peach, flavoured water, online games, Sims, TV series, sheldon, vintage patterns, icicles, nerds, beats, picking up cats, long drives, sunset, bass guitar, singing, nights in, kisses, doonas, chopsticks, dark skin, talks until falling asleep, jellyfish, diary's, quotes, people who hate the beach, dogs who kiss through spaghetti.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
memo 5
so as i sit here, on this veranda for one, holding what seems to be the last cup, i begin to think about what has happened and what will happen in the future. Its so difficult to let go of the past, my hands keep grasping tighter as my brain says its time to let it slip away from me. What as happened to this story i thought would keep writing itself? Why did it have to finish here and become nothing but a memory. There is others, but why do i shut off every time? Should i allow myself to be taken away by this? I'm confused and i don't know what i should do. Maybe i should just wait it out, but i don't want to sit here miserable, even though that seems inevitable. Hasn't even been that long, and I'm rotting from inside out.
