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Name: Shelly
Country: United States
Metro: Queens
Birthday: 4/20/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Well, let's see. I like writing, taking pictures, walking around and just enjoying the surroundings. I like dancing but only when no one is watching. I like singing to the songs I love, I like getting soaked in the rain. I like psychology, because I find in quite interesting. I'm interested in philosophy as well. I like listening to music: rock, country, pop, jazz... I listen to many different kinds of music. I love reading books, poems, quotes. I like yoga and I practice the stuff I learn at home. It's fun. I have plenty more and it keeps growing everyday. There's no limit to what I can have an interest in. I'm willing to give everything at least half a chance. I'll give things my best shot.I'm not perfect and I never said I was. I try to be sometimes but that's normal. I just want to be my best. As long as I can do that, I'll be proud.
Expertise: I'm not much of an expert at anything because it takes years to perfect something, but if I were to choose what I was the best at, it might have to be writing. I don't have many talents, but I have so many to explore, and maybe I'll fins something I'm utterly passionate about, even more than I am about my writing.
Occupation: Artist, writer, student, dream
Message: message me
Member Since:
1/14/2005
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| And I had a great night thanks to my gootis!:) I love you guys mucho!!
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| i must be the stupidest person... i have to laugh and glower at my stupidity...
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i hate when people pretend to care, or say things way too late, and i hate crying about the stupid things that happened last week. i hate that i get upset over stupid things, and i hate that everything changes too quickly. i hate that i can't fix everything, and i hate that this is how i'm spending my birthday... thinking about everything that hurt me in the past, things that will hurt me in the future, stupid things that don't matter, the good things and the bad things... and I know this probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense to anyone but me...
I hate turning a year older... I've hated my birthday for the past three years...
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| I don't know anymore, I need things to make sense but apparently nothing will right now. I need time for reflection and for myself now, but I don't have that time anymore, I have to do so much work. I almost want to throw in the towel because my energy and that fight in me is waning.
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| I've been taking naps after I get home from classes since I've been sick. But this afternoon/evening, I had a strange dream.
It starts off with me in my room with one of my recent friends, Joanne. I was sitting up on my bed with her, and someone else I actually don't know... Supposedly her aunt? In this dream, I'm smoking with one of the other people in the dream, not sure who it was. All I know was that I was smoking, for some odd reason. I was upset and just wanted to smoke. I tell them it's late, but I'll drop them home so they don't need to worry. Then I'm on the buses and having Josie meet up with her family... which is weird because I was with Joanne at first, but she turned to one of my sister's friends. We meet her family at the train station, and I hug her aunt good bye. They smile at me, and they say I'm a good person. (Upon waking, I was wondering why I took the bus when I can drive, but ok.) I walk down my block and turn the corner to see fireman at the front of my house.
Before seeing that it was in front of my house, I gasped and knew instantly that it was at my house. I see my mom running towards me with the smoking pipe in her hand, and I was telling her that my friend had been smoking and had left it there. The fire had started from my room... so it was my fault. I had apparently left it on my bed, being very careless. I then start crying as I walk up to the house. I look up to see telephone wires on wire that were making its way back to the roof of the house. I'm standing underneath it but it doesn't fall on me. I walk into the house and the inside is burned pretty badly. The outside didn't look bad, it was preserved, but the inside was burnt. I walk faster to see if everyone is okay and they are. My sister is inside looking to see the condition of some of her things. I was apologizing to her but she ignored me for a few minutes before responding back to me. The inside of my house looked more like a combination of my childhood home, and this more recent home I've been living in for 7 years.
What a freakin weird dream. It felt so real and scary... I analyzed it though... and it makes sense. If anyone want to try and analyze, you may do so. lol
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