by William Blake

I was angry with my friend.
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe.
I told it not, my wrath did grow;

And I water'd it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles;

And it grew both day and night
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole.
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree

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Six months ago, I broke up with Keith. It wasn't a mutual break up. It was one-sided. My side that is. This semester I sat in class to find that he had the same class as me. We talked like we did before we started going out. We basically patched things up and became friends again.

We laugh in class and we even partner up in group presentations.

A couple weeks ago I asked him if he was going anywhere after class, he told me that after class he goes over to his girlfriend's apartment. Now whenever I see him get in his truck, I know that he's going home to his girlfriend. I don't want to think about it, but I can't help but think that he's going home to have sex with his new girlfriend.

I miss him, but I know I'll just be me six months ago, waiting to get out of that relationship again. In all honesty, Keith is too good to be with someone like me. He's too nice and really sweet and he deserves a girl who will appreciate him. I took him for granted and I know better than to intervene in this new relationship of his. We're not a match.

It's a myth that good guys will never break your heart. They do. They just never know about it.

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I'm still in the library and I'm still using computer number 28. Anyway, I decided to update again because the nosey person that I am overheard the librarian talking about her last telephone call, which was about 5 minutes ago. Some guy was asking if the library held copies of year books. Keep in mind that I am at a college campus library. She then told him he would need to contact some alumni personel or someone with alumni "something" title. When she hung up, she started to tell her fellow librarian the sweet love story the gentleman was telling her over the phone. He was going through his old scrap books and found a picture of a woman. He had forgotten her name but all the memories started to rush into his brain. So now he's on the mission of finding her. He graduated college in 1979. Say he was about 22 yrs old back then. He should be about 50 now, right? Shouldn't this guy have gandchildren or even great grandchildren?? I guess that was one great year for him that he must find his love. I just can't believe he only had one picture and can't remember her name...

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I'm using the computer in the library marked number one. I'm waiting for the idiot who took my seat on number seventeen to get off. As if he didn't know I wasn't finish using it. I couldn't have been gone longer than 10 minutes to use the bathroom. I guess I really shouldn't be complaining since he's doing some English paper and I'm using the computer to blog. Yes, I was stalking him.
Speaking of the word "stalking"... i guess you find it alright and harmless if you were doing it but once you find out someone is doing it to you, you get all creeped out. Of course, this does not stop you from stalking other people.
The last time I stalked someone, it was through myspace. I kept reading his comments from his friends and his comments on their site. It was pure gold when I found his blog site.
Okay being on computer number one totally sucks. Students for some english class is hovering over my shoulder as they wait for their instructor. I thought no one used computer one because it was alone and closest to the entrance. I never put into consideraion the waiting area behind it.
I have now moved to computer 28 and the keyboard on this thing is super loud. You'd think I was banging on this thing.
Anyway back to my stalker subject. I fell in "like" with this guy for his pictures and his blog. Can you believe that? How pathetic am I? Well I never did anything about. He's perfect to me now, imagine if I actually met him in person and he turns out to be some scumbag. He's lucky someone admires him.

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I'm literally just sitting here looking at my homework hoping the next time I blink it'll disappear.

It's funny how I stressed out when I missed peer editing in class. I ditched it five minutes before it started. Now that it's close to the end of the semester, everyone in class is being half-assed about the rough drafts. They ditch at half-time or they sit there with nothing to do. I guess I'm just relieved that I won't have a bad grade afterall.

Sometimes I find that when I dislike a person I end up disliking their mother. For example, I dislike Paul because he's an arrogant piece of crap. I met his mother. She, too, is an arrogant piece of crap. Now I dislike both of them.

Not to worry, I can't judge your mom by the way you act. I won't judge your mom by your actions all the time. There have been a few people who have awesome mothers but shitty kids.

It makes me feel weird when kids yell at their parents in front of their friends. I find it even more disturbing that I can be one of those kids sometimes. Yuck. Shame, shame, shame.

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As most of you know, there are more than two writers in this blog. We all know each other only through this blog. Some call us cowards for hiding but there are still some that call us brave for typing out our true feelings.
Let me tell you a little about myself.
I am probably the lamest out of everyone in “Blog World” and I seldom have anything interesting to type about. At least probably nothing compared to your blog, dear reader.
So why do I still blog?
It is mainly because I feel alone. Maybe abandoned and maybe forgotten.
All I ask is… give me a chance. Please don’t disregard my post?

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