tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66565539480095262202024-03-20T08:04:09.722+00:00Dear diaryyyymmddanonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-24101891458043072292012-09-20T13:31:00.002+01:002012-09-20T13:32:09.433+01:00Dear ... winter of 12/13<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I haven't written in ages because so many things have happend to me. Good and Bad. But it seems I only ever come here to write about the bad stuff. It's moments like these when I realise I get too caught up in my depression that maybe I don't realise the good things happening around me. Ok, then again just a few days ago I was crying my guts out over the phone to my mom because I am trying to find a place to stay and this guy who I liked and hooked up with over the summer is now hitting on another girl I know. And I let that affect me. And the fact that I barely got any work during fashion week made me feel bad about myself. I know my mum tells me to put my faith in God and realise how lucky I am, how people see this gorgeous girl and think "wow she must be living the life" and yet inside I don't feel that way. </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">How many times have I been telling myself to take a fucking leap and nothing happens ? I will go ahead and start a business. I will go over to the east and take a risk. I will continue knocking at fashion's doors because eventually someone will open the door for me. I will let go of old love and find new love. I just FUCKING will ! </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I want to tell myself to stop worrying and being anxious. It will all be alright soon. *sigh*</span></b></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-20121151894316621742012-05-06T17:44:00.000+01:002012-05-06T17:44:11.339+01:00dear ... YOLO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>YOLO. you only live once. yes i know. but i'm also on the verge of being broko. (as in broke). fuck fuck fuck! how much effort do i have to put in for people to notice me. i had an interest from one agency and now i haven't heard from them. did i put my hopes up too soon? should i go back at it again? i don't know. all i know is right now i am bored, tired, have some wierd flu. the weather is cold and fucking sucks ass!! what the fuck is with this country's weather? </b></div>
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<b>ok, sending out CVs. let's see how it goes. </b></div>
</div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-55707429664062383402012-04-09T12:48:00.002+01:002012-04-09T13:02:11.773+01:00dear ... pretty, lonely girl with no human contact<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERPJ0CJIfJcIvGxHMuVPdf1_KOhLP9qevUXTXEsa6xCF1D5D7CsAEya_vUKxx94nl6Meq_85mE4tPOzYtrWqqUXji40a4ELwfK53xFWZutKXYzKYhe7UeoAthtAPqeRCcaWFds_7mH2ku/s1600/Screen+shot+2012-04-08+at+13.22.09.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERPJ0CJIfJcIvGxHMuVPdf1_KOhLP9qevUXTXEsa6xCF1D5D7CsAEya_vUKxx94nl6Meq_85mE4tPOzYtrWqqUXji40a4ELwfK53xFWZutKXYzKYhe7UeoAthtAPqeRCcaWFds_7mH2ku/s400/Screen+shot+2012-04-08+at+13.22.09.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729366893340732402" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I can't take anymore of this Easter weekend. You would think it would mean more people being around to hang out with, but in fact it feels lonelier. And I've never felt so lonely in my life before. A bit like that one Christmas / New Years when I felt like a mess. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Here I am again, back to square one. Back in the arms of the guy who helps me financially, and it seems giving me all that money a year ago, didn't help me at all. Now I am stuck worried about a trip I'll be going on with people and I am the only one who doesn't have a place to stay. So what's the best solution. Beg him somehow to pay for my hotel. Am I stll trying to play the guilt card? I guess so. Then again if that plan doesn't work maybe I'll join an escort agency and hopefully score a few hundred bucks. After all it's not like I have a sex life, let alone an exciting one. I'm usually the model guys only want a one night stand with or whenever they are in town and have nothing better to do on a Wednesday night. So here I am in need of cash and not enjoying sex, so hey problem solved.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I'm not even excited about going away anymore. It seems like a burden. As if my plans are not falling into place and that I will just fail. Why has nothing gone right for me in my career? Fuckin shit paying jobs and my agency saying I owe them tax money? Fuckin really where did this tax shit come from all of a sudden?! </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I'm looking at people I knew going on with their lives. The girl from my agency who has been in a 2 year relationship with that rich guy I once hooked up with, funny enough I'm starting to wonder if that model book belonged to her. Oh well, wether she knows it or not, she got him in the end. She is making her bit of money but living with a guy who takes care of her. Me, on the other hand? Lonely girl in her studio, which she has thanks to the rich guy who gave her money and now that money is dwindling fast. It's not like I spent it on shopping and nice shit. Rent! Fuckin visiting family to deal with shit, bills and other legal matters that cost FUCKIN money. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">And oh yeah, then there is the fact that I have no real friends around me. My best friends are on the other side of the world, living their lives, following their career pursuits and here I am still trying to make it as a model and with no other fuckin alternative other than some "arty" degree which would only get me a job where I may as well be making next to nothing, so may as well make next to nothing in fashion. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I know I am supposed to be greatfeul for my life and I am because I am healthy and fit and havea roof over my head, but sometimes there is something else missing and for me it's a sense of purpose on this earth and human connection. </span></b></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-79179933823948071562012-03-16T12:03:00.003+00:002012-03-22T19:16:13.716+00:00dear ... being my own boss<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5VdDqYK7MrY72FfaOx7A4WMfpBk0gyERqnJIpGH_N3tglPSOVWBLtpJFZOgbfU_JXa6ibH_-mxkg9qwIFWqfRNWQMJ8KEjXJop7_tDYZnkdHlRDl_JeZ8_SWOC1wTHG0bumreLZhLV1bS/s1600/Kim-Kardashian-Celebrates-The-Launch-Of-Her-Fragrance-Kim-Kardashian-At-Macys-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5VdDqYK7MrY72FfaOx7A4WMfpBk0gyERqnJIpGH_N3tglPSOVWBLtpJFZOgbfU_JXa6ibH_-mxkg9qwIFWqfRNWQMJ8KEjXJop7_tDYZnkdHlRDl_JeZ8_SWOC1wTHG0bumreLZhLV1bS/s400/Kim-Kardashian-Celebrates-The-Launch-Of-Her-Fragrance-Kim-Kardashian-At-Macys-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720465195440795058" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">It's coming together and I am happy but nervous about the idea of running my own business. Of course there are some haters out there, but fuck 'em, I'm living my dreams. I am also hoping I pass all my important exams this month in order to get going with my bigger plans next month.</span></b> </div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-29169935038056881602012-02-27T18:54:00.003+00:002012-02-27T18:59:50.948+00:00dear ... middle eastern men<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiafgR94vR54jANd3cE7YjdR0Q1OGBkreqmL6CxDwsCmCzJl4LdlgB_rafJJQ_pp9R4xpPtBBjaaKeCyyMvPB5BvrWxKBuW9JpRgL-RfFiFbNZfaxuJh-Mw2-BogmlrBDKnBqWMX0kDNigq/s1600/fashion3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiafgR94vR54jANd3cE7YjdR0Q1OGBkreqmL6CxDwsCmCzJl4LdlgB_rafJJQ_pp9R4xpPtBBjaaKeCyyMvPB5BvrWxKBuW9JpRgL-RfFiFbNZfaxuJh-Mw2-BogmlrBDKnBqWMX0kDNigq/s400/fashion3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713891988545784530" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b>Ugh, fuck around with the other girls but in the end you go back to the girl mommy and daddy expect you to mary. For the record, I faked it and you went soft the first time. feels so much better knowing that your dick ain't all that. haha!</b></span></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-25182999943140434752012-01-11T11:57:00.003+00:002012-01-11T12:00:04.645+00:00Dear ... depression<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs9yRpD2ZO2LQ4E5GxhkXImFFHNb1kc2MuXEhNAjoHRa5to-xzMEC9VJJw21UiE7MqU6_E4F9gW_PYmYoGDP8o6S5YjwpqW0EEp0StK3KLBvfBpgL7q92tVIVM4_MDnPGz7no6tcnH0Gt5/s1600/tumblr_lxfv9dzI0F1r2gkdro1_1280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs9yRpD2ZO2LQ4E5GxhkXImFFHNb1kc2MuXEhNAjoHRa5to-xzMEC9VJJw21UiE7MqU6_E4F9gW_PYmYoGDP8o6S5YjwpqW0EEp0StK3KLBvfBpgL7q92tVIVM4_MDnPGz7no6tcnH0Gt5/s400/tumblr_lxfv9dzI0F1r2gkdro1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696342762805849266" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">So there you have it. I guess I am kind of an angry, aggresive depressed person if the doctor has to prescribe medication to me. I feel a bit better but I am still not 100% Work is not exactly flowing in.</span></b></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-36520400777982271572011-12-24T01:46:00.003+00:002011-12-24T01:48:58.607+00:00la vie sera belle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKziw9sh1rx82D-cV54St_69vLl-6ANPBy3VQg2JUQMgVGU9goAGF9_rEuUfuYwvaW7eXCtdJQVxG30QyLKzm6E6FTm8zdUek0yTUjCtZPlH-QFIr7Qzz13dNYUnbsWB8DjPkYEZgAM2Zi/s1600/tumblr_lw5gk8uvqh1r0ql0xo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKziw9sh1rx82D-cV54St_69vLl-6ANPBy3VQg2JUQMgVGU9goAGF9_rEuUfuYwvaW7eXCtdJQVxG30QyLKzm6E6FTm8zdUek0yTUjCtZPlH-QFIr7Qzz13dNYUnbsWB8DjPkYEZgAM2Zi/s400/tumblr_lw5gk8uvqh1r0ql0xo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689505487476459042" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Too bad it's not warm enough to jump into a pool where I am. I just want to be light and float and not stress. I miss people I know being around me this time of year. I just hope 2012 will be good to me. Even better. I hope to fall in love, be successful, make money and acheive my goals. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-24013828142083204372011-12-07T18:41:00.004+00:002011-12-07T18:52:23.465+00:00dear ... arguments<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4-JCIiN88TMTMZ6qVfgR6ldhV9vYTGlES1sxCa6eXDJw6T-QqFttacVyCj1oLMyrauXhsU5WXTQiGZeBo4oiHxnCEfp9yObn4m4AQsuc4OHKnU-N1ZyisHUF4d8hO0ECNP8WVdS5p_KA/s1600/paris1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw4-JCIiN88TMTMZ6qVfgR6ldhV9vYTGlES1sxCa6eXDJw6T-QqFttacVyCj1oLMyrauXhsU5WXTQiGZeBo4oiHxnCEfp9yObn4m4AQsuc4OHKnU-N1ZyisHUF4d8hO0ECNP8WVdS5p_KA/s400/paris1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683460564792056930" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Great. I just fucked it up with this one. I hate arguments with guys I barely know who I technically don't like thaaaaat much but then again I feel bad for taking a dig at him during the argument. I pretty much confessed how I was not where I said I was and told him it was because I wanted more time away from him, that's why I pretended to be far away from his place. Ok there I said it, now he knows. Take it or leave it. I am not good at this relationship thing. Maybe that's why I am single and alone. He is not "the one" so maybe that's why I left and called him a dickhead. And even though it carried on for a stupid amount of time via text and ended with "I'm sorry" and good night, i really am not that sorry. Oh who the fuck cares. If he doesn't call me, I dont care. I just want life to move on already. I hate dating.</span></b></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-37267662415312337312011-12-06T18:42:00.003+00:002011-12-06T20:13:11.054+00:00Dear ... holiday season again<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRrPaPx8I5dGZwIEAfVEm7MhBk1vdXmWop0r_c8QM0qH5iDy59_JU3UqZZcdzVhP8d2RGK-tsXj8c1E56Odbgw8g_2VwmxEdnNzrP5GIKEeiqFD9cFuYAN_3A3sOhu023vX32mLoMhb97/s1600/_MG_3950C.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRrPaPx8I5dGZwIEAfVEm7MhBk1vdXmWop0r_c8QM0qH5iDy59_JU3UqZZcdzVhP8d2RGK-tsXj8c1E56Odbgw8g_2VwmxEdnNzrP5GIKEeiqFD9cFuYAN_3A3sOhu023vX32mLoMhb97/s400/_MG_3950C.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683107574821420610" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I hate this time of the year. I am alone as usual, far away from family. No boyfriend. Oh my God, how long has it been? Almost 3 years and still nothing ! No skiing in the winter. Being invited to parties but not really the kind of parties where you feel like you are part of the party. I just want it to be January 1st already. </span></b></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-84513938034866367272011-11-28T18:39:00.002+00:002011-11-28T19:24:44.438+00:00Dear ... big city small girl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQlDxBs8tvYCE217NxN02qEF2h1HbD2lFgFQ9WMFDpLYSLdiIGJ3TtTfdPc18IwSwFNSaPE0ags8X50qFvnKHvHRCRw3zCa_5OYgWwUqLsQE4kGVmvc7azW4H5AEHnJhSFvtWki-tLKN5J/s1600/tumblr_lv4qadrteS1qldpc3o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQlDxBs8tvYCE217NxN02qEF2h1HbD2lFgFQ9WMFDpLYSLdiIGJ3TtTfdPc18IwSwFNSaPE0ags8X50qFvnKHvHRCRw3zCa_5OYgWwUqLsQE4kGVmvc7azW4H5AEHnJhSFvtWki-tLKN5J/s400/tumblr_lv4qadrteS1qldpc3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680129694026486098" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">It doesn't matter where I am and how many times I have been there, but I feel so insignificant in these places. Like nobody wants me. But I have to think positive and keep the faith. When is it going to be my time?</span></b></span></div></b><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-42357674843870580412011-11-20T13:12:00.007+00:002011-12-24T18:52:38.805+00:00dear ... new guy who's probably gonna be a player<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhLm-R3IS7i9IodMBySHVQsBkUhm9Vhr-Q00PH_rFLvduUDyv-5uLp-aVSQcsz2RqUAphNdCaQ6sUP6pnfv-eSf7E9OpYuMTvFvbPoZT9YCIEjBIAPbZEw6ukT6IeWuOzPKquvNZ4y110/s1600/6357118637_d4a646e0b0_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhLm-R3IS7i9IodMBySHVQsBkUhm9Vhr-Q00PH_rFLvduUDyv-5uLp-aVSQcsz2RqUAphNdCaQ6sUP6pnfv-eSf7E9OpYuMTvFvbPoZT9YCIEjBIAPbZEw6ukT6IeWuOzPKquvNZ4y110/s400/6357118637_d4a646e0b0_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677066469230127650" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">He seems like a nice guy. Tall. A gentleman, who opens the door for me and is quite handsome. In fact he has that Calvin Klein male model hotness about him. I promised myself not to get hurt, to just let go and do whatever. Have that one night stand just ONCE in my life. Ok at this point it is no longer a one night stand because we have met up twice. He could turn out to be a dickhead after I sleep with him for all I know. </span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">But I am thinking fuck it. I am going away for a bit anyways, so at least being far away from him will help me get over him and come back ready to move on to other things. As much as I'd like to play the 2 month waiting game, at the end of the day if he is meant to be he will stay around. I'd rather not wait and wonder and be dissapointed later, let me have the bullshit now so that I can move on and focus on other things sooner.</span></b></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-59049721543638011432011-11-17T19:13:00.003+00:002011-11-17T19:17:05.079+00:00dear ... new dawn, new day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8wo5JYxN2TO4Ac7cm9rMKfPzGwoaFbLuaCzVjE6h8HT-kvlhKiSSiY6lmttTUfDEyMYLzj8Up0htdazwyn2JG_xu6z5Yeqm-9PDdgwE852GaNGb7PA8agYSFFSQSi8xKMYytbgVXtyIY/s1600/tumblr_lutb8sD6Iz1qlosn9o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8wo5JYxN2TO4Ac7cm9rMKfPzGwoaFbLuaCzVjE6h8HT-kvlhKiSSiY6lmttTUfDEyMYLzj8Up0htdazwyn2JG_xu6z5Yeqm-9PDdgwE852GaNGb7PA8agYSFFSQSi8xKMYytbgVXtyIY/s400/tumblr_lutb8sD6Iz1qlosn9o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676045435239119138" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I'm in a good place. Excited about my new journey. I'm not afraid. I know I complain sometimes and think life sucks, but it's better than someon elses. I am pushing on forward with this. I don't care how many no's come my way, they will be a yes somewhere there. </span></b></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-62396137558794191902011-11-10T17:20:00.003+00:002011-11-10T17:24:48.217+00:00dear ... hopes and dreams<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR3Pnnvja_m9oBGsImaZzhqNL4wgO_01NrupRMt73NZPjrK2riKdyyLl1t7y43K25lREHlFGT2cujFbBXphJ18Ga0kMl7hzNhesrIUjQrEDKr7D-TQxg20x5sYUFT3Z_pn2FriClmgiREy/s1600/tumblr_lnpv25IcKs1qdsshmo1_1280.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR3Pnnvja_m9oBGsImaZzhqNL4wgO_01NrupRMt73NZPjrK2riKdyyLl1t7y43K25lREHlFGT2cujFbBXphJ18Ga0kMl7hzNhesrIUjQrEDKr7D-TQxg20x5sYUFT3Z_pn2FriClmgiREy/s400/tumblr_lnpv25IcKs1qdsshmo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673418962937920610" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I have so many hopes and dreams for the next coming weeks. I hope I can make it. I hope someone there notices me and gives me a chance. I want to get out of this fish bowl and into that ocean. This is my chance and I have to make the most of it ! </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-78814116800091232592011-11-05T03:39:00.003+00:002011-11-05T03:42:25.443+00:00dear ... delete button<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyWQ1Xm0tLyzH7kuEiqtlbTmGu9Bfc2auzeZJeU3wIxPL7yZDkxCFy1vxsTYzOUKybx3JvH0uQskPaYD944fdrooJw4j9c7dsWcGo4ppDlSSAdX6vkex2UgnhDTLPYFqsoiGGq3K0_pH6q/s1600/tumblr_l3s3f1cXzB1qb4838o1_250.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyWQ1Xm0tLyzH7kuEiqtlbTmGu9Bfc2auzeZJeU3wIxPL7yZDkxCFy1vxsTYzOUKybx3JvH0uQskPaYD944fdrooJw4j9c7dsWcGo4ppDlSSAdX6vkex2UgnhDTLPYFqsoiGGq3K0_pH6q/s400/tumblr_l3s3f1cXzB1qb4838o1_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671351388406855778" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">There comes a time when one needs to " ditch the bitch". The 2 faced bitch. The one who all of a sudden acts like she doesn't know you when she is hanging out with that other motherfucker. Wow, we know each other 2 years and you know her 6 months but you are just going to leave me hanging like that?! Wow. Ok I see you. Go fuck yourself. I deleted you off my social networks, so go fuck yourself. bye ! </span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-35699866564137358862011-10-28T22:52:00.004+01:002011-10-28T23:00:05.844+01:00Dear ... new boy who'd probably gonna fuck shit up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqDW7EVkNS2iPBDYvtqpwBL374MpzaCdDdMm1_-dwj_z0hho5QY_TFf8E9Y_yLcIFvTLLtnff1LZ9tIi4NN2Vud_mAqYQM9c5lOLd6TmX4ouuItMwIZDvVUo3l26w4ZlK1pYnYWj9jXJE/s1600/shia-labeouf-wallpaper-shia-labeouf-7303016-1366-768.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqDW7EVkNS2iPBDYvtqpwBL374MpzaCdDdMm1_-dwj_z0hho5QY_TFf8E9Y_yLcIFvTLLtnff1LZ9tIi4NN2Vud_mAqYQM9c5lOLd6TmX4ouuItMwIZDvVUo3l26w4ZlK1pYnYWj9jXJE/s400/shia-labeouf-wallpaper-shia-labeouf-7303016-1366-768.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668665088260647666" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Oh my God, why am I scared of the simple things in life and I go after the dangerous, dumb or immoral shit? This guy likes me, I like him but I'm thinking isn't he 1 or 2 years younger than me and I need someone who can take control. What the heck he could playing me for a fool for all I know. I think I may as well bite the bullet. Sleep with him by the end of next week and move on. As much as I want to be with someone I don't want this kind of someone. He is not ticking particular boxes that I want right now:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">* a fuckin beast in bed ( he looks like the "delicate" in bed type)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">*working (not in university) like me</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">* can take me out to places I want to go to</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">* OLDER than me ... oh my God I need to check his ID. </span></b></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-51716936061147995132011-10-13T12:10:00.004+01:002011-10-13T12:17:02.751+01:00Dear ... Belle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirsW58ANp0s93Mvq2Kr6NKweSeIFCLuePGpTc0oMTzF9nZrgB_4Z2JzXq0iuwlGrrs7rl6Y1M-4OGZp3yGdsWqltFCSQo6KJjmGugRH7sgW3lnJs2Z5BQcPFreofV90S3rK_M_G1GKvJb/s1600/article-0-0E4EFFBC00000578-211_634x494.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiirsW58ANp0s93Mvq2Kr6NKweSeIFCLuePGpTc0oMTzF9nZrgB_4Z2JzXq0iuwlGrrs7rl6Y1M-4OGZp3yGdsWqltFCSQo6KJjmGugRH7sgW3lnJs2Z5BQcPFreofV90S3rK_M_G1GKvJb/s400/article-0-0E4EFFBC00000578-211_634x494.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662932550379868178" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">We all make decisions in life that affect us and I am choosing to make this one. I am doing this for myself. It's not that there is no other way out but while I wait for whatever may be, I need to take care of certain things. I feel like my career is stagnant at the moment and I am at the bottom of the pyramid. Who knows where this new venture will lead me to? Will it be successful and help me to do other things in the near future? How will it change or affect me as a person. Quite frankly I am open to a lot of things. Just where I live people go one about their lives like nothing matters. You have a lovely nuclear family which is pretty well off and next door is some seedy Russian mafia type also going on about his life. Upstairs is God knows what. In this apartment it's just me. A normal, single girl who is just trying to keep her head above the water in every way that she can.</span></b></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-50776429162110618182011-10-11T00:57:00.003+01:002011-10-11T01:01:29.438+01:00Dear ... waiting<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1D9gsg23T68i928ExC_okcEHbVdH61RDvsa8fv6lNuBZn7nhcUapN3qnvyP_aY3NmANH2jOjfr-O92rN-KBFUfp7U-ViqEUGBVXSIT9FA3qHfNbZFpmTmnHZWDwEgNdjt-qz1_47SPMM/s1600/210812_980.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1D9gsg23T68i928ExC_okcEHbVdH61RDvsa8fv6lNuBZn7nhcUapN3qnvyP_aY3NmANH2jOjfr-O92rN-KBFUfp7U-ViqEUGBVXSIT9FA3qHfNbZFpmTmnHZWDwEgNdjt-qz1_47SPMM/s400/210812_980.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662017140521172802" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: justify;">I<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">'m waiting, waiting. Waiting to make it in this fashion industry that has so much to offer but at the same time I feel like I am nowhere near the "promised land". I'm waiting for mr. right. I'm waiting to be taken out on a date for crying out loud. I'm tired of waiting. My mom says everything will come in time. Oh my God when?!! I spend my savings on rent. Money is going out, not coming in. Who knew one can go through so much money so quickly? What's a girl to do to make a quick buck while she waits? I'm tempted. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-32578093929190987922011-10-07T22:47:00.005+01:002011-10-07T23:52:52.877+01:00Dear ... sticky situations<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8U-QHEyMc61uOu_bCecdZdEENdymrfv-60ATn_2yLuOG6xseNDbx98Z_5_76m8feALJkK9gEkpJ7U2xN-RETlLZmAdJEGxcWwpFeFL8N0wdovGpuI3PbBn_F1dRdsbRaj22rkCl8RSk9/s1600/very-mean-girls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8U-QHEyMc61uOu_bCecdZdEENdymrfv-60ATn_2yLuOG6xseNDbx98Z_5_76m8feALJkK9gEkpJ7U2xN-RETlLZmAdJEGxcWwpFeFL8N0wdovGpuI3PbBn_F1dRdsbRaj22rkCl8RSk9/s400/very-mean-girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660886679613955666" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Tonight I avoided what could have been a "sticky situation". You know, the one that involves your friend who is friends with that girl who is nasty, so you really don't want to go out if she is coming along. Especially if nasty girl is also friends with that guy you had an on and off fucked up relationship with, so the </span></b><s><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> sneaky bitch</span></b></s><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> nasty girl will somehow play on that shit. Ugh, I can't stand girls like her, plus I have spent so much money lately I am not about to waste it on a night that will be full of awkard moments. Fuck it, life is too short. Steve Jobs died and told us to stop wasting our lives living that of others.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-89420475406803100022011-10-04T20:12:00.003+01:002011-10-04T20:16:55.501+01:00Dear ... knocking on so many doors<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMOko6KBZHDbUi8F7sC9DiwIpOXjm2u_W5WGGg6MVEDihGXjJ6UNEtyDZjT_-iSjKZU670co6hXVp42BjtZOzqkI1PCZ6KPpQYkpss2eQWEdu443a_jo0uLVzfcaoF-gJsLK1fhGWk3QqM/s1600/a7m82.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMOko6KBZHDbUi8F7sC9DiwIpOXjm2u_W5WGGg6MVEDihGXjJ6UNEtyDZjT_-iSjKZU670co6hXVp42BjtZOzqkI1PCZ6KPpQYkpss2eQWEdu443a_jo0uLVzfcaoF-gJsLK1fhGWk3QqM/s400/a7m82.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659717498507431138" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">When will I get my brig break? I don't fucking know. All I know is, I have to do it on my own and the ones I asked for help and didn't give a shit will remember me when I am famous. Ugh, I need to get away from all this shit. No one understands me. I told a friend a bit about my past relationship with the older guy. My friend practically said, well you know that's like being an escort. Really for 2 and a half years? Whatever man. I have moved on. Gotta keep pushing forward. </span></b></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-39245194856781512812011-09-17T21:59:00.003+01:002011-09-17T22:00:43.542+01:00dear ... sneaky bitches<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2t39Boya_0DTNOMkg56SPYJ2hw2rZtzc02ly95Dn8WFgRu5NjTRoD7EBN193cREi2rdSJ-kd8dJT5G9x3rCXijYkpJTtcBZjplanmBqZFFCzZ5V6joTA6KRr9jpp6BZ5MIoY-k3yPI74a/s1600/mario_testino_01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2t39Boya_0DTNOMkg56SPYJ2hw2rZtzc02ly95Dn8WFgRu5NjTRoD7EBN193cREi2rdSJ-kd8dJT5G9x3rCXijYkpJTtcBZjplanmBqZFFCzZ5V6joTA6KRr9jpp6BZ5MIoY-k3yPI74a/s400/mario_testino_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653436364891776850" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">To all the bitches going behind your back and disrecpting girl code.... FUCK YOU, you can have my leftovers. I'm on to the next one</span></b>. </div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-87698060964119374152011-08-13T19:00:00.003+01:002011-08-13T19:05:56.118+01:00Dear ... home to be<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5cePmM069SohDHWUOoUycb7ZpPHSRcE1LVVMn7BC13_gyV3-N6Qysn9dx0foeJ97-_dtUd1qR1FyAtVboJSkLfFoxD9ArU-RqQ_tJrrEEqcsNWzL_fHb4pop-S9T0lnYXM3km4k2KQ80M/s1600/5709008823_c1b04f1b23_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5cePmM069SohDHWUOoUycb7ZpPHSRcE1LVVMn7BC13_gyV3-N6Qysn9dx0foeJ97-_dtUd1qR1FyAtVboJSkLfFoxD9ArU-RqQ_tJrrEEqcsNWzL_fHb4pop-S9T0lnYXM3km4k2KQ80M/s400/5709008823_c1b04f1b23_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640402300913220162" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Man, sometimes having all this extra money feels like a curse. I'll find a place to live and figure things out. Who I want to be. WHAT THE FUCK I want to do with my life. This fashion world is not taking me anywhere at the moment. I feel like I am fighting on my own and with no amunition. I'm scared I am alone. I have no one to love me or make love to me. Yeah I must love myself, blah blah but when was the last time a guy took me on a date?!! hmm 2 years ago? and no this whole going clubbing and eyeing each other out as future fuck buddies does not constitute as a date. ok i did have dinner a few times with this one guy but he lives in a different country and I just went out with him just to fill up my weekend nights when I had nothing to do. Ugh. My life is sooooooooooooo not where I want it to be. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">
<br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">But let me be grateful I am not in a worse situation.</span></b></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-79315850964500771602011-07-12T14:39:00.002+01:002011-07-12T14:44:33.025+01:00Dear ... priorities<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2f10uiTq-ZLJvc3pTw0rCmInE7YvZJh7ILQIOg4cNnzgYNzZhy32qHHNAD-USHBixTwC6ghMAuucwlL2CbxtWya69ZsM6_sWodW6TAJjkl9Lf7a-vQTtZ9FqMfuU0-PKRpW5w4xR5O4Rd/s1600/tumblr_lmik8rYLAj1qkig1po1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2f10uiTq-ZLJvc3pTw0rCmInE7YvZJh7ILQIOg4cNnzgYNzZhy32qHHNAD-USHBixTwC6ghMAuucwlL2CbxtWya69ZsM6_sWodW6TAJjkl9Lf7a-vQTtZ9FqMfuU0-PKRpW5w4xR5O4Rd/s400/tumblr_lmik8rYLAj1qkig1po1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628461124140170978" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">It is only now after having had a get together with the guy (who practically sponsored my life here financially) that I realised I was dependent on him too much. My hapiness was jeopardised by the thought that he could replace me with another woman just like that and I was blinded by the fact that he was open from the get go about his lifestyle. I realise I need to be stronger, be more independent. Start a business. Try, if I fail, at least I gave it a chance. Now my biggest worries are being able to live and work and this city as I have to deal with a lot of paperwork in the next weeks to come. I need to cleanse myself of the past. My old habits. I need to renew myself and I hope all goes well and I am setting my sights on conquering the world (so to speak) starting this fall. </span></b></div>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6656553948009526220.post-15337294013062066632011-06-28T20:50:00.003+01:002011-06-28T20:55:38.821+01:00Dear ... you again<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ydKSYMv__-XpyRolOXy-G4Zov3kYGoRhOU6GISP7lL_2RvnO84t6H6UxYUbODobBdXcK29lgFMnBSIiEEXLdcwZzaNbI3tYvM7zuRr83Fn35c6w7AtwwW1IAdAgJhRJxtN5xejFZ2uEK/s1600/10p2gk0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ydKSYMv__-XpyRolOXy-G4Zov3kYGoRhOU6GISP7lL_2RvnO84t6H6UxYUbODobBdXcK29lgFMnBSIiEEXLdcwZzaNbI3tYvM7zuRr83Fn35c6w7AtwwW1IAdAgJhRJxtN5xejFZ2uEK/s400/10p2gk0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623361399623923282" /></a><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></b></div>I got a little tipsy and went over to this guy's house. This guy who I like but his indifference drives me crazy. But I didn't sleep with him. Haha. Was that a victory or did I make myself look stupid by sleeping over? I'll never know. </span></b>anonymous girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15570176779057344354noreply@blogger.com0