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Uh, Uh! I feel like shit. My lips are stuck to the pillow and my tongue to the roof of my mouth.I have never felt so bad. I painfully lift my head of the pillow it hurts like hell. I look around I am alone thank God.
I get up and go to the bathroom where I look in the mirror and nearly scream in fright...the person staring back at me is not me but someone from the Adams Family with a ghostly pale face and black and red rimmed eyes.
Something draws my eyes away from the mirror. There is the full length, pale gold dress hanging on the closet door.
I need to not look like something discovered in a peat bog a zillion years ago.
After a litre of water and a few nurofens and having brushed my teeth so hard my gums have begun to bleed, it is now or never!
I enter the store and I am about to do something I would normally never do. I walk up to the assistant who's skin is literally the colour of orange Kia-ora...she reminds me of someone I have seen before but I am not sure where. She smells of coffee, fags and Eau de Skunk. I tell her tonight I want to look like a fair maiden, I want to float in, in a heavenly, feminine haze and make sure I have stolen his heart. Well at least not look like a dog. I see her resist the urge to sni**er.
'You have skin type two,' Kia-ora says...'Okay,' I say happy with her diagnosis.
As Kia-ora tries to make me look semi human she asks me is this for a special occasion....I whisper yes!
Kia has at last finished and says, you are gonna knock him dead. Then she asks me do you always wear your hair this short....It would just finish it off if you had long hair....then you would definitely be the fair maiden. I blink back silent tears. Kia-ora launches in to we have special offers and starts banging on about would you like to buy the anti shine, anti UV, anti-shite flange cream? I pay Kia-ora and leave thanking her.

I am dressed in the floor length, pale gold creation...it's folds do not cling to my body as they use to...it exposes to much. I stare in the mirror, Oh well, here goes. I drag the bristles of the brush one last time through my short hair, it hurts my scalp.

Reluctantly I walk into the next room. I gasp he is stood there looking so dashing and handsome. I need to pinch myself. He says, 'you look beautiful.' I stick out my tongue and pull a face. He replies, 'you have no idea how beautiful you are.' The soft, loving eyes search my anxious face. He slips my arm in his, turns to look at me and says, 'you will be just fine.'

Never say you are happy when u are sad.Never say you are fine when u are not ok.Never say you feel good when you feel bad.And never say you are alone ,when i'm still here.

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

When the world's unkind
And your dreams, they need more time
I'll be there for you

If the rules they keep breaking
And the future is fading
I'll be there... for you
When the stars won't shine anymore
I'll be there

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thats down with an 18 year old

hi friends,dondon here,just hope everyone is doing fine.as for me i'm doing fine and can't complain,for as soon as you do,here comes 5 to 10 people telling you there story.which is ok for some people just need someone to give advice.but others need the lord and all i can do is pray for them,someone to interseed for them.and that is a bless,working like a slave and that's good also.hope we all are doing ok given the times,but god will keep us.i have met some great friends on here and that is a god send.and thto all that have gave comments good and bad.i hope everyone is safe and may god bless us all and heal our nation,dondon

your touch sent a ripple true my life your presants of being has filled my life with joy could you be a dream of happiness or a picture of things to come,my heaat was broken and lay dormant and then in the blink of an eye a slow pulse started never a day goes by but i wish you were real....good nite my sweet angel ill see you in my dreams

are so differents words but at same time they walk together.A true Love must live with understanding,complicity,approval,tenderness and most of all confidence.Some persons says:if we are jeaulous of that`s because there is no trust.Wrong.There is jeaulosy because there is love.But beware jeaulosy can become possessive and sickly if you loose control you are killing Love rigth between the Heart.
ENJOY LOVE DON´T KILL IT.

I am one of many in a huge throng.
My eyes are trained on the plane steps. I can not see him, my heart beats in panic. I turn my back and swivel around on the High heels that are killing my feet. From behind an out of breath voice pours in my ear. I turn around and then I stop.
He's so real it's a shock to see him. It is like looking under a microscope. So much detail I had forgotten with only photographs to remind me. The long lashes, the eyes so piercing blue-that give me the earnest trust-me-I'm a doctor expression. His skin is tanned and freckled....I drink in all of his face, a face I know I am never going to get tired of looking at.
All of it is in front of me, three dimensional, bursting with life. He is here.
Not a ghost, not a photograph, not a psychopath. A loony huge grin creeps across my face. Hello, I say. Hello you he replies wrapping me in his arms. He smells of all things nice and his skin is warm. 'I've been looking for you in the crowd,' he says. Really I reply with a huge grin. 'We have been here forever,' I tell him. 'Really,' he replies. My smile is so wide I must look like a very cheesy Cheshire cat.
'You've changed your hair,' he says, reaching out to touch the ends of it. A shiver goes through me. He pulls me in to his arms and whispers in my ear lt looks better now.
He puts me at arms length saying, 'so you are going to stop running off. 'Definitely,' I reply. Good, I will have no woman off mine buggering off. 'I am not you're women,' I reply.' He gives me I know better smirk and I pull a face. Darling, I love you are so feisty...he simply says and kisses the top of my head.
Then he kisses me fully on the lips and in that split second I am gone.
He fixes me with his sizzling blue stare, tucks my arm in his and simple says,'lets go home.'