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Name: Aissa ("ice"-sa)
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Salinas
Birthday: 5/18/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: writing, literature, music, film, family, friends, meeting different people, world travel, adventures, cultures, languages, sunflowers,etc.
Expertise: being a recluse.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
11/12/2004
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| it's a very abstract feeling...but sometimes I feel a peculiar feeling in my stomach. It makes me sick almost. Perpetual, agonizing anxiety. As though I miss someone--someone that doesn't quite exist. Or someone I have yet to meet. If humans had past lives, I sometimes still feel the residual pain and loss of mine. I have an explicable yearning, a longing. Like I shouldn't be here. Loneliness overwhelms me here. No one here can cure it or satiate it. I should be somewhere else at this point in my life. I'll never know unless I pursue this proverbial place. | | |
| im definitely a work in progress. but in spite of everything, i have come to like myself. | | |
| What I think is severely lacking are genuine people. People who are straightforward, sincere, unpretentious. | | |
| Currently at Camp La Salle with family and friends. It feels like summer. | | |
| I have much to write, much to say, but each time I reserve time, sit down in front of the bleak screen and ceremoniously log in to Xanga everything escapes me. Everything eludes me, like impalpable ash that withers away at the first mere touch. Such ceremony does not work for me sometimes. Needless to say my blogs of late have been quite trite. to be continued...tonight, tomorrow, next week, next month... | | |
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