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createblog diary, v.6 |
*mzkandi* |
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originally started by faithin_felix.
version1 version2 version3 version4 Most of you know the drill. Comment and/or quote someone elses entry but you must also make your own. Dear cB, My first quiz is tommorrow. I may have to pull an all-nighter tonight. Hopefully not.... |
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*stephinika* |
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dear cb diary,
well tonight was successful. yay. ![]() yay for me being able to drive too. ![]() everything he says to me is so sweet, kind, and i know he's telling me the truth. i just know he's sincere somehow. i trust him with everything that i am. really. i love how he asks if theres anything at all i want, or that he can do for me, and so on, but yet i never want to tell him. its weird. i want him to figure it out on his own or just surprise me. it shows more incentive and i love surprises. especially from him. but at the same time, i want to tell him all of my little cliche, corny daydreams but...i don't want to seem needy. i don't need any of that for me to love him any more but they are fun. he truly cares for me though and just wants me happy and that really tells me he loves me. i actually believe him...i usually am so insecure when it comes to this kinda thing and doubtful but...i believe him. i don't know where i'd be right now without him. i honestly don't. he's done so much for me and my life even just as a friend in the past. everything he says to me means so very, very much. i wonder if he realizes that. it still makes me so extremely giddy and happy to hear him say those three little words to me too. i just love laying in his arms, kissing his lips, his cheek, whatever...just holding him and him holding me. and since i doubt anyone i know will really read this, i might as well keep spilling - it makes me feel better for some reason. he's always made me happy. he's made me happier than i ever have been. i know i've said "i love you" before but...when i think about it, it didn't seem to actually be "love". this is. i know it. i know i sound like the many teenagers who claim to be in love but i know i am, and i don't care what whomever else thinks, so there. i love him, i love him, i love him. ![]() i sound so...lovesick. buuut...thats okay. ![]() |
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