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Im Evee and I'm candid. Random things are my thing. I like lovely posts and I am extremely expressive. I am very deep but that can be said in a more than shallow way. I love all things talented. I say what I feel and I mean what I say. The most important moral for me is honesty. I have no time for haters and although you may hate the things I write, I swear, I mean no harm to you. I may be afraid of things but I'm definitely not afraid of you.





Monday, December 6, 2010 9:46 PM
The sixth day of the 12th month

So this is the sixth day and although I was expecting absolute terror, it never came today. Instead, I got lots of homework done in the time duration instead. HUZZAH for that.

Now, I only have to do my reflection paper for the 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens, my mission statement and my Humanities Homework. Gosh, life is hard (like I said earlier).

Aside from all these things, I'm still practically a GIRL which doesn't make things any easier for me. If it does anything, it just shows that us girls work hard to get what we want, and usually, we get what we want. Sorry, I just noticed. You know the saying. If you want something done, do it yourself. That's what we girls practically live by. Or at least the most stressed ones.

I have a lot on my plate and I pray everyday that God doesn't forget about me. I know he won't of course, but sometimes, I can't help but feel overlooked. Like I'm a grain of sand that was just washed by the waves before some unthinking captain of a boat lands his anchor right on my drifting, sand-like head. Okay, I need to get the mentality of the beach out of my head.

But still, no matter how much I try, I just get a feeling of absolute hopelessness. I don't expect you to understand. Not only is it the hormones in me acting up, but it's also the fact that I have a lot of problems. Gah. Problems the world will never understand. Not those crazy "I just ate my cat" kind of problems though. I'm perfectly fine eating normal food and drinking normal water. I'm not insane or anything. I can find the bathroom, yes. In case you were wondering.

I just get really... L.O.S.T.

At least I KNOW that there's always going to be someone I can turn to.

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