SOSADBABYHONEYDARLIN

 

Age:  16

Location:  Seneca, KS [close to Topeka]

Joined On:  Jul 03, 2007

Occupation:  radio broadcaster

Website:  www.myspace.com/_heythanks_

 
 

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Heyyy there. Kylie's the name. Umm, we're just going to keep this pretty simple :] I've got friends. We have a good time. I laugh. A lot; honestly, it doesn't take much. But I've found that can be a good thing. I'm not ditzy though. Don't get happy confused with shallow. But I don't wake up everyday just to go back to sleep. It's the spontaneous, unexpected things that keep me up in the first place. Life is only bad if you make it; I make mine with Pina Colodas, therefore, it's not bad. I can have my downs though. And I take full advantage of them. When I'm down or just feel a strong emotion of some sort...I write. Some's good...some I look back on and am amazed at how much people change. So we're getting pretty deep here...a little too deep for a PureVolume Billboard sooo I'll just leave it at that. Go ahead send me a message, add me as a friend, whatever. I'm laid-back and I love watching football [ha, random, sorry]. But yeah, don't be shy. I'm pretty much not. Have a great day! Oh, and add my Myspace too if you wish ---> www.myspace.com/_heythanks_

 
 
August 15

I Want To Grow Up and Become A Kid

I want to grow up and become a kid.

I want to wake up and plan what I want to do; not think about the things I don't want to have to do.
To wake up and thank God for another day; not thinking "God, another day?".
I want to be amazed about a quarter being pulled out from behind my ear; not how expensive my car payment is.
I want to be freaked out about someone "getting my nose" with their thumb; not the doctor getting my nose, and replacing it.
I want the worst thing I think to happen with boys is that I might get cooties; not wonder if he'll break my heart or not.

Amazing how people change. Hard as I try, I'm not a kid. And according to the adults, hard as I try, I'm not one of them, either. Though, I really don't see why I would try so hard to be. It's constant worry after worry. Yeah, kids have worries and they vary from what my favorite color for the day is, to whether I want spaghettio's or good old mac & cheese.

One day at a hospital I saw these two girls giggling. A hospital, one of the hells on earth, couldn't even supress these girls' smiles. My mom was in the hospital and the thought of everyone not crying for her pissed me off. Shouldn't the world have stopped turning for a bit? She's okay now, but then shouldn't there have been a pause in everything to let her catch up?

Children are the strongest people. Vulnerable, yes. But without the exposure to all things not perfecet in this world, there is nothing for them to worry about. They cry for the little things that seem huge to them. They smile at the things that we've learned are otherwise not real. Tell me that's not strong.

Live like a kid.

I don't know...random note.

The streets you ran as a kid can be the most beautiful places on the earth

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August 15

Nothing's Okay When You Live In A Memory

No Worries...Right? Isn't that what you said?
Darling I can't hear you. You're too far away.
Maybe you asked me to worry about you.
Everyone likes to be worried about, I guess.
I don't have the time to worry about you.
I don't have the courage to worry about you.
I don't have that kind of strength.
Yet I still do anyway.
Summer swallowed us whole.
If you only knew how desperate I am for your reply.
Maybe making it too obvious is what we all need.
Maybe making it too predictable is what killed it.
Maybe I still have no clue what I'm talking about.
And maybe you asked me for that one last slow dance.
But maybe I didn't hear you.
Darling I can't hear you. You're too far away.

Come on, Tell me how to fix everything. Even if it was made to be broken.

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