Girly "Rant"

I realised I'm not really a fan of the word "rant".
It's as though you want to say something but of no significance and yet whatever "rant" you're gna write about is still of some sort of significance, but since I can't describe exactly what way I'm gna say what I'm gna say next, I call it a "rant".

What a waste of explaination :B
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OMG. I. CANNOT. WAIT. FOR. THIS.

Emma Roberts is fuggot pretty and I LOVE HER HAIR.
And Alex Pettyfer is really hot!

And I can imagine myself behaving like her. Teehee!

End.

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Was reading D's blog and abt the lasting of friendships.
I realised that I really cared abt having uhm, FOREVER FRIENDS and I would cry to my mom and tell her how scared I was to lose who and so.
But now, I don't see myself with the same friends with the same level of closeness 3 years down the road.
Okay, neither can I imagine myself w/o them.

Oh yes, and the worry of ppl crying at funeral.
Sometimes, when I'm being dazed in the car.
I imagine the car crashing and me going into a coma, and something very superficial sounding, (although, I imagine myself badly hurt, there are NO scars on me)
and I wonder who would visit me, who would cry and hold my hand, who would pray and who would worry, who would visit me and who would care.

YOUR BETTER CARE AH.

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Realised girly rant wasn't exactly a rant.