I have decided to give VR a break along with alot of other internet places. I have made alot of friends here who I do hold very close to me. I don't have alot of time to go through and email everyone why so I'm throwing it all on here.
I have realized that I am not a teenager anymore. I am a young adult who lives with her boyfriend. The boy I assume I will be spending my life with. I need to figure out our middle ground and what makes us comfortable and uncomfortable. And I can't have outside forces interfering with me figuring out if this is real. VR has always been a place where I consider myself to be care free and feel I can be immature and childish. But I feel like its maybe time to forget It. Not sure if its for good or not but we will see.
If a select few of you close friends from over the years, people I consider best friends family, and my very close friends from my coven.. if you wish to stay in touch with me feel free to add me on Facebook.
Look up Franki LeAnna Facker
And for those of you who are "too cool" for Facebook, my email is doll_face0901@live.com
I love you guys. And I hope to stay in touch.
Is Fucking perfect!
THAT IS ALL.
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Aww. You are perfect yourself. *hugs*
Ça fait mal de savoir que je ne peux rien faire pour vous aider. J'espère que je n'ai rien dit de vous upsett. lorsque nous parlons. c'est comme une charge de l'électricité va tout à travers moi, mais je ne peux pas le laisser aller sur si je évitent. Il commence donc innocent, mais nous obtenons toujours à ce point où il juste toi et moi face à cette connexion fou. Je ne sais pas quoi faire avec elle.
I really don't know what happened to my knack for writing poetry... It used to come solo naturally but its like I have been stuck in writers block for quite some time. Its heart breaking because writing gave me this feeling of... freedom. Freedom to throw all my emotions out there to the world. Kinda like a symphony of thoughts and emotions that elaborately explain how big my dreams, feelings ect are. But its like my fingers don't know what buttons to push when I put mind to writing. Very frustrating. I wish to think I'm a decent writer all the time, not just when I'm crushing on someone knew, or someone is ruining my life... hmmm.. you would think that now that my life has been everything I could possibly dream of that the lines would pour out of me. But its like my feelings for my love, home, and work life are so strong that o can't even begin to come up with words so pure and happy that would fit together in this grand puzzle of my life. I almost feel guilty for being this happy. I'm not used to this guy! What's wrong wi me? I wish I had a clue! Hmmmmmm..
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