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| I'm sorry Xanga baby, i'm leaving you again. 
Maybe one day i'll be back again.
http://chokeondrama.blogspot.com
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| “All your life people are going to try to tell you who you are. And sometimes it’s going to be tempting to believe them. But you must remember that you are who you feel in your heart and your head and down to your toes. You are who you feel deep down in your soul and radiating out your skin, and no one’s opinion (except maybe your own) can change that.
An empty window, a beam of light.
Where do we all go when we die?
Who are we to judge, seriously? We ask so many questions that will never have an answer. The public has an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing. The fb page created for her makes her death seem so much real. I may not know her personally but i sincerely hope that she's happier up there.Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Every now & then when we face setbacks, suicidal thoughts fill our mind. We will never be in their position to fully understand what they are going through. Likewise, nobody would ever understand you. A right or wrong decision, who are you to judge? Silly or not, that's the last choice they ever made. We, frolick girls, are one entity. Through all these dramas, we grow to be stronger girls.
Note to all: There are somethings more important than your social climbing agenda
“She was a real people-pleaser. She worried way too much what people thought of her, wore her heart on her sleeve, expected too much from people, and got hurt too easily. She kept other people’s secrets like a champ, but told her own too fast. She expected the world not to cheat her and was always surprised when it did.”
This really describes me.
Goodbyes are hard to deal with so till then,
Xx
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