I tried to follow your expectations
Abandoning my own hopes and dreams
In the end I failed you
Yet I can not help but wonder if this all meant to be
For now I can live how I want
Free from your criticism
Free to express myself in my own ways
No longer bound in chains
To live under your expectations

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You say I shoud change the way I dress
The way I talk
The music that I listen to
Basically my life but I say who cares
You tell me to wear dresses Ill wear jeans
Ill crank this music as loud as it will go
Cause who cares
Its my life
And Im living the way I want to
And for now im living in the moment
You do not agree
And i understand
But dont try to change me
Cause Ill never be a doll
Thats made of plastic
Cause I have imperfections
Im not a picture perfect girl
I am who I am
And thats ok with me
Just remember nobodies perfect.
We all make mistakes
But who cares
Well learn from them so they wont happen again.

...did it have to snow in the Forest again?

I swear, every time it snows, I can't get into the forest at all...I've been trying to get in for the last 3-4 hours, with no luck. And whenever the pictos do spread correctly, the lag is atrocious, enough to the point where I can barely run anything, and I get those "freezes" in the game (Where everyone runs, stops for 5-10 minutes, and then moves again).

Blarg. Sorry, I'm just aggravated I can't get in, and I swear it's because it's snowing in the Forest.

Malikah

Totally forgot. |D Whee, that means it's Aeros' birthday too, old fart. -rolls around- Happy birthday to me, or something?

UM I was going to write diaries from my deer here but I can't be bothered now 8C So I'll just write a few updates on their LIIIVES.

Where are we all running to

What dreams are we all chasing

What path lies ahead is something we can decide

Let us hold on to another never forgetting where we came from

Charging into the uncharted future

Some will find that two hearts beat as one

Some might find there heart torn to pieces

But in the end we pick them up

And piece them back together

So that we are not left to trudge in others footsteps

But to clearly make our own

We are all running to a destination

But we dont know where well find it

But well know welll recognize it when we pass along our race

To the next generation

This race never really ends

There is no one winner

But millions who have travelled throught this race we call life.

We are all winners in the end who have competed in this race we call life.

Rhys caught up with him some time after that. He sat down by him and the female companion he had gained. He recognized her from Kita. He never saw her before this point, but here she was sitting silently by him. It was a bit unsettling. Would his madness allow him to take up hand against her or was that not possible. He knew very little of how they worked. He was staring at that damn column again. Rhys was hoping he would have left it alone, but the fascination was there.