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Name: Sandra
Location: Denver, Colorado
Birthday: 1/6/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: anything related to music-singing dancing...-reading, writing, hang out with the buddies :D, try new things and basically just have fun
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AIM:  confusinlysimple
Member Since:
11/17/2005
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| we make life for what it is.
regardless of how bad things can get, its how we interpret the situation/how we deal with it. it is not whether or not you can turn a situation around, whether or not you can turn a heartache into an inspiration. It is how you embrace the situation and cope with it. It is what you learn from it and how you grow.
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| "It's the sense of touch, in any real city you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In LA nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much that we crash into each other just so we can feel something."
-sometimes we crave that touch, to be at the peak of an any emotion. sometimes we do like to be in some kind of drama whether small or big, just so we can feel alive. We want to be able to feel that those emotions do exist, that we can feel those things.
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| If given a choice and forced to make it, which would you give up from this moment on –memories or present experiences? | | |
| Be there and listen to what they have to say. We all at one point in time just want to be heard, for someone to share our thoughts and feelings with, not necessarily someone to justify our feelings, to give us advice or to give us input, but just someone to listen. Sometimes this is the best way we can be there for someone.
It drove me insane when I did not have that listening ear. It drove me insane when I wanted to let someone know what I was feeling, they weren't listening. It felt as though, no matter who I turned to, no one was hearing what I had to say. I wanted to spill out my heart, but no one wanted to hear it. To be questioned about your feelings, for people to judge you.. made me feel only worse. My heart was broken by someone I cared and still do care about. I felt anger, disappointment, and lost. How could someone you care about hurt you? How could someone you are so devoted to just leave you hanging out in the cold and make you suffer? How could the one you trust turn their back on you? How could the one you thought to be your friend ignore you? Despite all the pain, my heart was still beating. I never gave up on him and no one could understand why. It hurt so much for those close to me to tell me to forget about it, to just let it go. So many people told me this, it was so frustrating. I've never felt more lonely... because of this it has changed some of my relationships with these people.
Till this day, I still make mistakes. I have made mistakes my friends have made on me. No one is perfect. It is unfortunate that these changes have occurred, maybe for the better or maybe not. Time allows us to make changes, that is if we do choose to want these changes. Sometimes when we care about someone we do fail to realize that they need to come to their own terms and that we just need to be that listening ear. The one thing time cannot do is take back what has already happened.
What is love?:
A 4 year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly man who had just lost his wife. When the child saw the man cry, the little boy went over into the man's yard and climbed on top of the man's lap and just sat there. When the boy's mother asked him what he'd said to the neighbor, the little boy said "Nothing, I just helped him cry."
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| taking a stroll in the park, in the neighborhood, along the streets, and letting your mind drift elsewhere. With every step taken, a second passes by. The breeze posses memories you once lived and those memories begin to carry you back to a place you once were familiar with.
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