August 13, 2007

• Hai.

  I found someone unlike me, yet painfully the same.

  The old me, maybe.  The one that poured her heart relentlessly into this Xanga, into a diary, so much to the point that the people that read about me knew everything about me, every thought and feeling, every lie and accomplishment.  It was refreshing to find this girl -- one year older than me -- and see her leave her soul in the eyes of strangers, and trust them with it.
  It was almost odd to discover her.

  'kay.

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