Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow.

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Nisha is my name I'm fun and my laughter makes the world go round =). Create a playlist at MixPod.com February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 December 2005 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 August 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 January 2011 March 2011 May 2011 Bituwin - template Dementee - image Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.	Tuesday, September 21, 2010 Will you grab me by the shoulders and shake the crap out of me? Throw a bucket of ice cold water right at me. Smack a wooden plank on my head. Just slap me right and left on my face! That should do. Will you? · I'm swollen with emotions. I've been spending my nights up thinking through alot of stuff. Am I not good enough? What am I lacking? What am I not doing right? Why am I not pushing myself harder? Am I bothering too much? Do they even care? Am I too naive? Am I too ignorant? Why am I like this? Why do they do this? What am I feeling? How can I get rid of this feeling? Why is all this happening? WHY ME? “Cowardice asks the question, ‘Is it safe?’ Expediency asks the question, ‘Is it politic?’ But conscience asks the question, ‘Is it right?’ And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular but because conscience tells one it is right.” — Martin Luther King, Jr. · Thursday, September 16, 2010 Just. Almost. Perfect. ·