| my heart is happy.
and somewhat joyful.
but me and God are workin out some things.
so hopefully old britt will return.
[old britt who was always happy and always crazy and most of the time care=free]. yes that britt will return.
 / Britt |
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| going from myspace to xanga feels like going from DSL to dial up. it's rough. oh yes. but i miss it. because it's more personal. and more in-depth. and more...intellectual. well for some people. and. Hail Jesus. that's right spencer. i said it. / Brittastic |
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| only she knows what i'm going through. basically...every emotion she has...[i read your phusebox by the way]...i'm having too.
my heart hurts. i'm tired from my heart's pain. i'm tired of and because of school. i have so many creative juices flowing but i don't have time to release them. i hate so many things and love so many people. i feel other people's pain but not my own. i'm ready to empty my room. keep my iPod, Bible, and instruments. maybe a pillow and blanket. i'm ready to move into a one room apartment with just music and my Bible to keep me company. i'm ready to be focused again. i'm tired of being dumb. being slow. being blonde. i'm ready for my best friend to act like my best friend. and my enemies to act like my enemies. not the other way around. oh if only you could understand. "the pieces of my broken heart are so small they could fit through the eye of a needle. i miss you like the sun misses the flower in the winter." no. that's not to who you think it is.
you don't know who or what i address all of this to.
because you don't know me.
but if you did...you might be a happier person.
/ Britt 
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| lots of stuff.
[lots of rumors].
lots of stupid people.
[spreading rumors].
and well...
i'm very tired.
and well...
soccer is crappy.
and delta beta sigma is time consuming.
and school is boring.
and i never get to see scott...
[ever].
but man.
i got to see stacy.
finally.
/ Britt |
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| my locker will be mine.
all mine.
for the first time in 3 years i wont be sharing a locker with some older guy friend.
[stoph...or david...cus they're gone].
i'm getting it either right by Johnson's room...
or in that little cove area.
[yeah that sounds good].
but the fact that i have no older brother figure to share a locker with saddens me. they were always there to cheer me up, give me advice on the next class, sing a song to me, or just smile. like dude...what's up with this?
who knew a locker could hold so much sentimental value?
/ Britt |
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