i be mocking you

i go ooh ooh you go ah ah alalalalala

nobody@israblog.co.il (cinnamon.) — Tue, 23 Dec 2008 18:26:00 +0200

dammmmm was fine! how fun is it to mock on boys at the street. hang outtil 1am then go to the hotel, have some fun, sit by the pool, talk with 3 unknown guys (make sure one of them[atthe very least!!!!1]is cute) then when its 4am you steal their beds, have some more fun and then leave at 6 like nothing happened. justtt...CHILL, CHILL LIKE A DAWG. ahh my headaches, my stomchaches, my LORD DAMN BACKACHES i would listen to ya but im too tired to function bitch c yaaaa dont wanna b yaaaaa. ,\/,, piss -Cinnamon.

my brain, my tummy are tickling non stop

nobody@israblog.co.il (cinnamon.) — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 20:29:00 +0200

i guess i reallylovED him, yet cant explain why. why the bitch do i get stomachaches when i see you? i thought everything was over. what is wrong with both of us? may i know? ive known you for like wut...a year? its been so long, thati havent seen your face, im trying to be strong, but the strengthi have is washing away, it wont be long, beforei get you by my side, & just hold you, tease you, squeeze you, tell you whats been on my mind. iwanna make up right now wish we never broke up rightnow we need to link up now. dont ever underestimate me. &&& PS WHY IS JUDE LAW SO EFFING SMEXi!?!.,./2 =( signing off, life isnt fair. -Cinnamon�

have i?

nobody@israblog.co.il (cinnamon.) — Fri, 05 Dec 2008 18:35:00 +0200

relations creation incarceration determination equation humiliation reincarnation situation elation identification retaliation education inspiration no substitution solution conclusion.. somewhen, somehow, somewhere in life you actually leave the person alone. you don't always have to shove your freaking ass up everywhere. god. you DONT ask questions if you want the best for the same person. why are they considered my best friends anyway? they say you have fun with your BFF's so why? why do i not enjoy this. i like having other people around me - cause i dont have schizoid personality disorders, not of any damned kind. why are you people? thats gonna sound a little bit too harsh and quite shallow but, have i picked the wrong friends? -Cinnamon

dear inner self

nobody@israblog.co.il (cinnamon.) — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 20:27:00 +0200

- roses are red violets are blue you're being a child, then fuck yew =) - - �� im in such a pressure. but everyone says its not the place or the peoplethat make you feel like an old hag, its just... you. you're not motivated enough. perhaps you were born like that and you're stuck. wait, maybe this sickness is catchy? ive always tried not to be like this, yetnothing ever helped me, or did it?... so what if i moved aboard, would that really help? life isnt a movie. its not the things you imagine. dear brain, THINK QUICKLY, TIME IS UP. -Cinnamon

hoping to get better

nobody@israblog.co.il (cinnamon.) — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 21:57:00 +0200

i had never doubt it. life isn't a game. it's a challenge. a challenge i shall take, even if i rather ignore it - saying myold ass phrase(?): "laugh, love, live" - 3 words, my favorite number. now, i risked my life once, and ill never do that again, why? tell you why, its not attractive at all. now, dad offers me to move to brooklyn,new york. HAPPILY. but what is stopping me? my friends had made me think lately... that sucks because i didn't trust anyone just until now. plus,the rest of myfamily, how on the earth cani leave them behind me? they say it would bebetter for me... but theywouldn't go through the things that im gonna goi try to be powerful, strong and full of myself- people like that maintain longer. so why cant i change? why does it take so darn much to change yourself? i really cant stand it sometimes, i wish i could become invisible when i wanted to, i wish things would just go smoothly & slowly. my grades are likely to be the worst thing on this planet. sav

whats wrong w/ me

nobody@israblog.co.il (cinnamon.) — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 16:18:00 +0200

- �� ..�� .

my hopes are now gone

nobody@israblog.co.il (cinnamon.) — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 15:42:00 +0200

the wheel of time turns, and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten - when the age that gave it birth comes again. today is not yesterday; we ourselves change; how can our works and thoughts, if they are always to be the fittest, continue always the same? change, ..is painful; yet ever needful; and if memory have its force and worth, so also has hope. LIFEis too precious to take for granted, and it is definitely too precious to let it slide into the peril of unknown country..israel.

in yo face

nobody@israblog.co.il (cinnamon.) — Sun, 18 May 2008 19:17:00 +0200

nobody@israblog.co.il (cinnamon.) — Sun, 04 May 2008 21:36:00 +0200

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u r 1 faggot ass

nobody@israblog.co.il (cinnamon.) — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 04:34:00 +0200

oh em gee thas cant be happenin ��'��'��3>