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Backstage

September 21, 2007

Tears were threatening to fall when suddenly I felt myself float up from the floor. I blinked and realized someone from the stage had just grabbed my arm and has pulled me up. Before I could utter a protest, I found myself staring into his blue eyes. He started singing to me and I was lulled to complete silence by his voice.

My boyfriend loved this song. But he wasn’t here to listen to it. I thought he loved me, but he left me here as well. I guess everything I thought he loved was wrong. He broke up with me during the concert. Not before. Not after, but while this band was singing. Just before the last song. The moron.

Hatred still filled my mind and I was too preoccupied with my thoughts that I wasn’t exactly aware I was on stage in front of a lot of people, my hand being held by this guy they’ve all been praising like a god the whole night.

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Not The Girl

January 24, 2006

I am not the girl you think I am….

I am an actress living my life as if I was on stage… I portray the character of a bitch, a radical, an extremist, an anarchist, an agnostic, an antagonist… a person without a heart, without a soul… a person who is sick of routine, sick of conformity, sick of conventions…

I am someone who pretends to be happy… someone who pretends to be strong… Yes maybe in some ways, I am what you perceive to be but I am not the girl you entirely think I am…