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The truth is, I'm not mad at you. I'm just hurt; and the fact that every time your name pops up on my phone or computer, my heart sinks a little bit deeper. You don't realize what you've made me go through; but i can guarantee you're not doing it again. thanks for teaching me just how much it hurts to be played with....learned a lot.

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Sometimes you pop in my head out of the blue while im sitting in class missing you, thinking about the past, knowing what I had done wrong. & I know you wont take me back to give it another shot..but i'd never stopped loving you, im sorry):.

pen is GOOD...

Lost your pen=no pen
No pen=no notes
No notes=no study
No study=Fail
Fail=no diploma
No diploma=no work
no work=no money
no money=no food
no food=you get skinny
you get skinny=then you get ugly
Ugly=no love
no love=no marriage
no marriage=no children
no children= alone
alone=depression
depression=sickness
sickness=death

Lesson: Don't lose your pen, you will die.. :P
ngeee~~~~

LOVE STORY...

Beauty depends on size as well as symmetry. No very small animal can be beautiful, for looking at it takes so small a portion of time that the impression of it will be confused. Nor can any very large one, for a whole view of it cannot be had at once, and so there will be no unity and completeness.

Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.

At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise... that denseness and that strangeness of the world is absurd.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.".....

FRIENDS ARE EVERYTHING...

"Friends are the most important indredient in this recipe of life.''
''A friend is someone who knows all about you and love you anyway!''
''Truth and tears clear the way to a deep and lasting friendship.''
''Friendship:A building contract you sign with laughter and break with tear