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I Hate Myself For Losing You
Thursday, May 05, 2005
What do you do when you look in the mirror
And staring at you is why he's not here?

What do you say when everything's said?
Is the reason why he left you in the end?

How do you cry when every tear you shed
Won't ever bring him back in the end?

I hate myself for losing you.



Not much to say right now. I've been sleeping in pretty late this week, maybe because of being sick.

I've been walking and running and being active a lot, too. I usually get that way right after I've been sick because I start to get cabin fever. That and the weather's getting nice and how can you not want to get out and be active when it's so pretty out. I made the mistake today of just wearing my black sandals. I didn't really feel like working out, just walking. But the CD I had with me made me want to push it. So I came home with black and dirty feet, lol. I felt like a kid again. I remember every night before I went to bed Mom had to wash my feet because they were just black from me running around barefoot all day. It felt good.

The above lyrics... well, I suppose they speak for themselves. They're from another of Kelly Clarkson's songs, I Hate Myself For Losing You. Um... I'm not going into how I feel about things today except to say that I feel regretful for the things that I have done and said over the past couple of years. And that with the strength I have been feeling over the last few days... I want to be given another chance. I know I'm kind of running out of them. But I don't feel like I am the same person I used to be. I was a scared little girl. Now I am a strong woman.

I'm going to go. I'm hungry for some fresh fruit and I need to get my room a little tidy. More soon.
1:47 PM


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I'm just a girl trying to find my place in the world. I don't claim to be perfect and I don't expect anyone in my life to try to be that way either. I try to keep only good, positive and trustworthy people around me. I've been burned in the past but right now I feel like things are pretty good. I'm in the middle of re-applying to school, I work full time at Caribou Coffee and in between I just want to have fun. I am only 23, after all, and I want to live it up. Like what you see? Feel free to read more.

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