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Here lies, Bella Stewart. Is she dead? Is it a decoy? Maybe she`s lost. In the woods. Ha!

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Sunday, August 10, 2008
Because everybody's changing, I might as well let go.

I was browsing my blog archives a while ago. Look at April 2007 (Just look, don't read). I used to post long blog entries! And they were all about being jocund, care-free.

What happened to me? Is this puberty?


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I'll try to do what I did before. But, please (Alex), with better grammar. :))

Okay. :D

Just now because I feel kind of hyper. :D :D :))

I'm almost done with my THE Scrapbook! 8D I just need to print the pictures and design that asldfkasdlf. :))

By the way, I haven't studied for the quarterly tests yet. :| I also need to do the drawing for Filipino, and 2 reflection papers for CLE/AK. I'm all piled up!


WHOOPER!


I've been awake for -counts-

...

22 HOURS! =))


Thursday, August 7, 2008
"His" Hug..


I was approaching him, but he saw me ahead so he stood up. And when I was next to him, he placed his arms around me, giving me a hug. In reaction, I just placed my arms on his shoulders, hugging him back. It was quick. It was sudden. I didn't know what it meant, but it made my body shiver. Was it "I miss you" or "Goodbye"?

I guess, it's the second one. :D


"His" Hug..



He knows that I need him. A shoulder, a comforting zone. I run to him know since the other "he" went away.

I receive his hugs often. Recess, Lunch..

But yesterday in the afternoon, IN FRONT OF MS. HERRERO, he hugged me again. I didn't know what to do because I was strapped in his arms and I can't let go. So I my placed my head on his shoulder and started to hyperventilate, my heart beat--faster. I felt the tears as they formed and swelled up in my eyes. But I chose to hide the emotions as soon as he placed my body back to its balance. I felt it, I really did.

A sudden rush of pain and depression that I couldn't exhale.


Saturday, August 2, 2008
I'm still catching my breath from all the running. Sometimes I suffocate and just cry along the way. But crying doesn't do anything, so I try to put myself back and find a happy place. Then I continue to battle.

Sometimes I pretend to be someone else, but that doesn't make me feel better either. I try to show my ego, but that doesn't help since I scare people away. Of course, I don't want that.


Now tell me. Who should I be?

People don't take me as ME.

No, maybe, I just don't know who I really am.