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woensdag 21 juli 2010


Dear blogger

You said archeology is more then just finding bones, and you where right. People do have a power over us even after they're gone. When my best friend took her own life I tried to forget the past. I ran away from the pain because.. well, I guess I was afraid. But the past is always with us. And it's time I stop running.

You should also know what else is going on in my head. Remember everything that ever happened? I finally realized something. It's like every time I get close to someone, It's like something is there, saying: "ow, she's about to be happy, better get her".

It kind of sucks. No luck on my side.
Anyway. Still try to Live laugh love smile work and play.

Xoxo. the girl on tour

19:16


& A little note




Being Myself

I’m not afraid to speak my mind.
Or share my every thought.
I’m not afraid, and will not hide.
No matter what the cost.

At first I was a little girl,
Who did not understand.
That no one else could rule my world,
Or change the way I am.

Why should I pretend to be,
A girl I know I’m not?
Why can’t no one ever see,
The insides worth a shot.

Judging by the outer looks,
Will never let you see,
All the things you really should.
The outsides just a screen.

I’ll be the girl who sits alone,
Without a single friend.
Even though, at least I know,
I’m true, and don’t pretend.

I’ll wear the cloths I like the best,
And not the one’s approved.
Who cares if I’m not like the rest.
To me, myself, I’m true.



& memory lane


mei 2009
juni 2009
juli 2009
augustus 2009
september 2009
oktober 2009
november 2009
maart 2010
juni 2010
juli 2010
augustus 2010
september 2010
oktober 2010
november 2010
december 2010
januari 2011
maart 2011
juni 2013
augustus 2013
november 2014

& Shout Out



& About Me

JusStxmii
If you think you know me, read my blog and think again. I'm imperfect and I'm Lovin' It. I'm the only witness and the only person who can judge my life.



& Wishlist

Go to Australia
Make me grow taller.
Wisdom, Knowledge & Talent.
Fame, Beauty & Fortune.
Friends forever.


& Adiences


 

They applauded her and gave her a standing ovation.

& Links

Girl on Tour