Go Or Stay...
9:54 a.m. -- 2008-11-06

Today is a great day to be Kayla.

Why, you may ask? Well, a collection of things really. First, math midterm went phenomenal. I am super confident in it and will discover my results tomorrow. Come to think of it, that doesn't seem very exciting, now does it? Hm... Well, my birthday was three days ago and I got a lovely boquet of roses from my dad.
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They are wonderful to hide behind when I'm escaping heart ache and depression. Oh, and they taste nice as well.
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Hm.. still not very exciting? Well then, how about this! There is a new member in my family! Musical family that is. His name is Sir William and he is absolutely ravishing!
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Beautiful, no? Our love was instant and no doubt withstanding.
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No doubt he is the entireness of my happy cake, with the roses and test being the pan. But what is a cake without icing? Dry, I say, and so I top it all off with this wonderful gem creeping in my mailbox today.
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My EA collection is nearly complete now. I miss only one CD, which is By The Sword and is almost as impossible to get as my On A Day and Chambermaid EP. But I have them, so there is hope.

I now go off to write a super long report due tomorrow. I smell an all nighter coming on. I must get a fresh box of Earl Grey tea.

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Wouldn't they stop when you asked them to leave you alone. In all your faerie tales how did the prince say he loved you? How did your father die? Maybe someday you'll know. The beginning and the end much closer than they seem. Death is but a dream, I know. Dolls are meant to grow away, all broken and bent from petty play. My friend in this world is a bottle of nothing. Still I fly. Still I fall. Like the water in the well my melancholy state. Folly, fear, and hate, I know. Even time will never tell. She teetered, she tripped, and then she fell. My faith in this world is a bottle of nothing. Still I fly. Still I fall. Mad girl. Can you believe what they've done to you? Wouldn't they stop when you asked them to leave you alone? In all your faerie tales how did the prince say he loved you? How did your father die? Was he a good man? Maybe someday...

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