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| Dear Xanga,
My dear, dear friend. You gave me a safe place to turn to whenever I felt sad or upset or angry these past years. You were there for my triumphs and my failures. So many memories are recorded onto this site... but, frankly, you're very boring. And facebook r0xx0r5. So, I regret to inform you that this is the end.
-Kaiti
p.s. I'll probably visit from time to time. <3333
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| Is anyone else tired of wasting away? I am. I feel like I'm fading out of normal life, and the only thing that's left of me is what appears every night for musical practice. Our first show is Wednesday night. I'm not looking forward to it. I get the horrible feeling that if I died, only theatre people would miss me. And only a few of them at that. The rest would be too eager to take my spots in dances and my one-line-solo (oooh, gasp, so awesome). It's not even that I'm depressed or unhappy. Well... I guess I am a little. But I blame all this stress from the show. Thank God I have friends who make me smile with their silliness. "Bow-chicka-wow-woooooow" -Kaiti | | |
| We have less than a week until it's performance time for The Wiz. I won't lie; I'm a little nervous. What with practice, the Harry Potter book coming out, and my school projects, I feel busy and nervous and excited all at once. Woot.
I can't wait until the show is over. Just because I want to perform it on stage and be done with it. =D
-Kaiti
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| I want to sleeeep. Why can't I? Damnit, I wanna go home. I don't like being away from my own bed. There's a comfort there that I can't find anywhere else.
In less than 8 hours I'll be at church. Finally. I need it. Maybe God can help ease this weird feeling I've had for a while.
-Kaiti
p.s. I don't like inconsistencies.
p.p.s. I feel much better now. Late night phone conversations help.
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| Oh my boredomocity
How you make me weep.
You bring dull humor everywhere
And make me count the sheep.
I would not like you here nor there
Nor anywhere between.
I wish you were away from me
And nowhere to be seen.
I think it very sad indeed,
To waste away all day.
Thanks to you and all I rue
My happiness does not stay.
This ode is done, and good riddance
To finding fun things to do.
I'll sleep and dream and eat and weep
And mope away in lieu.
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