im willing to bet that xanga feels pretty used.
we dont ever get on unless myspace isnt working.
poor xanga. (poor kasi; myspace isnt working!)

i hate this picture.

i miss myspace

know what? i've passed the "depression" stage of my grieving (although i still cry)
and now im in the "anger" stage.

meaning now im just mad about it.

like this:
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she is my world
she is my rock
she is my comfort zone
she is my number one fan
she is the only one that will ever understand me
she is the only one i could ever talk to and be totally honest.
she knows what i mean when i say
     "when in doubt waltz" or "my cat peed on my body pillow"
   or "andie, you're a star" or "are you ready for the baseball part?!? 'for the wrong team'"
we had thoroughly choreographed car dances and we never missed a beat.

and after 5 years of nothing but each other
 
            how am i supposed to just
   
                                                                         let go?