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Gentle_and_Quiet_Spirit
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Name: April
Birthday: 5/24/1991
Gender: Female
Interests: I want to serve God and honor him in every way. I love to play music on the piano; classical music is my favorite. I like hanging out with my family, hanging out with friends, holding my teddy bear when I cry, I like to clean, solve puzzles, go shopping and to the movies with my big sister, I love to draw in pencil, I love to read and learn something new every day.
Expertise: Forgetting where I put stuff...
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
AIM:  buterfluterfly
Member Since:
12/17/2005
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| I apologize in advance for this post, because I am no poet. However, there are some feelings which just cannot be expressed in simple prose so, I have done my best.
With speed and silence
You came back into my life.
Once passed days unremebering,
Now invading my dreams at night.
My heart's battered and sore
From constant thoughts.
Every time a smell or sight
An Image of you is brought.
All my oaths and promises,
Meet their ultimate demise.
They melt like wax when I look
In your deep, unseeing eyes.
My Heart nearly breaks free,
But my Mind stems the flow
Of desires you should never know,
Even exist within me.
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| Good grief! On my list of subscriptions, Xanga is like a ghost town these days...
"Charlie! Charlie! Look, we're on a bridge, Charlie!"
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| Wow, the play is finally over. I knew it was gonna happen sometime, but I just couldn't help holding out on the hope that it might not end. Now, I have too much time on my hands when what I need is something to keep me busy and keep my mind off of the friendships made that may not be renewed until next year. Some friends will never be seen again, because they're graduating this year. It's hard...and frustrating. Isn't it interesting how a person can't truly understand something until they've been there? Before I started going to Brandywine, it was okay. I didn't miss anything. Now that I've seen what can be, I'm not satisfied with what I have anymore.
...I'm not making any sense. How can I explain to other people how I feel? Let me try again. During the play, I got a taste of what it's like to be surrounded by other people almost all the time. People who's lives I can touch, I can influence. I was making friends and spending time with others.
Now that it's over, I'm back to the life where I only see 2 other people all the time. I feel stifled and restled and, worst of all, useless. Before, I couldn't have comprehended how I feel now because I hadn't gotten that taste. Now that taste is driving me insane. Perhaps it would have been better had I not tasted at all.
Although, I shouldn't base everything on how I feel at present. I need to think of what happened during those experiences. Just because they may not continue doesn't mean they were useless. I still impacted those lives, I still touched those people, I still made those friendships. Those things will last, no matter how depressed I get now.
~April
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| So, my life needs some refocusing. People always say, "You shouldn't base your self-esteem on what one person thinks of you." Well, I was thinking about it and I've decided that advice is wrong. You should base your self-esteem on what one person thinks of you. You just need to be very careful about who that person is. There is only one person in the whole world whose opinion really matters. That person is Jesus. I know it sounds really cliched but it is so true. When you start to take your focus off of him, your life fills with pain and disappointment. When you start to care less about what he thinks of you, your insecurity increases. Why give your heart to someone when there is a chance it will slip through their fingers and shatter on the floor? Give your heart to Jesus; there's not a chance in the world that he'll drop it.
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| "It is natural, in the course of time, for a woman to become infatuated with a man. When such a thing happens, it is also natural for her fancy to come alive in absurd imaginings. She usually takes to the study of said man, learning his movements and mannerisms. If he is pleasant and amiable towards her, she believes him to be responding to that deep love which draws him to her. If he ignores her completely, it is only natural to conclude that he is so strongly attracted to her that he can't trust himself to be around her. Therefore, we must pity the poor man who comes under a woman's intentions; for there is no escaping her wild imagination."
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