tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173107640319669312011-11-13T14:16:55.614-08:00Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417583455673883878noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17310764031966931.post-49537018498203015512011-02-07T15:07:00.000-08:002011-02-07T15:07:22.192-08:00<span style="font-size: small;">I'm not a writer, I didn't even do that well in English. But writing calms my mind when its racing. So instead for doing course work like I should be I start you. I want this piece of work to contain anything and everything that I feel needs to come out. Don't expect any trash talking though I have a private diary for that. I have no idea if this will be a reoccurring thing for me, but I can already feel the tension coming out of my shoulders. So I hope I don't forget about it.&nbsp; </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGi_JSdB0_8/TVB6w2Pze8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VCyj2JrqJw4/s1600/100_0863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGi_JSdB0_8/TVB6w2Pze8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VCyj2JrqJw4/s320/100_0863.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />I picture I took, last summer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17310764031966931-4953701849820301551?l=just-me-samantha.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Samanthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13417583455673883878noreply@blogger.com0