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[Jun. 29th, 2007|06:30 pm] |
Some stories were never meant to have endings, or be copyrighted and special. Some people were never meant to wander off into bliss unaware, or marry the person that love had intended them to be with. Some sunsets were never just right, but somehow the starry skies afterwards always were, with the winds blowing ashes in his face, it seemed perfect in the “Look at them, they’re better then me and they know it kind of way”. That’s how second best became more sought after and poetry became the new story. Times were changing, and everyone around him knew it except those caught in the fashions and the dreams of the past, the walking dead whose worlds were slower and steps more fearful and trembling. Not a hundred percent at a time anywhere, coming back around was no longer an option because all the roads back were now dead ends. So they wandered, inspired only y the unfamiliar that reminded them of home, and fears that were only a little bit scary and a lot more intriguing. “ I’ve spend eight days awake now, searching for you. But all you are to me is the insanity of insomnia. How do you figure?” and Peter chuckled and said, “I am only a dream to those awake and an ideal to those that understand. But you need to go back, before the insane truly draws you in, in the more non welcoming, non becoming way.” Whoever thought that the wind could ever be ashamed turned out right in the end. It blew quietly and forgave the lovers who’d throw their infidelity and deceit away, to feed upon the love that others gave away as well. The whistling was lonely and the rivers understood, but the moon never could as it ran away slowly from the damned places at night. Whoever knew but Peter, that out light in the night was afraid too.
Fears became noticing which parts stood out the most, and which people meant the most, and the only reasons that some were shunned was because the times weren’t right. No one had ever meant to harm a soul in their wake, except the twisted knives and sharpened rakes. Like Peter was the bad luck that made you fall and cut your knees, that made you call at all the wrong times and leave too many voicemails to count at all, the luck that made teenagers decide whether or not to keep a life. This was all him, and the moon and the drowning, and his counter was the adrenalin rush. The kind that made you scream when the swing went up and down, the kind that put the hearts in a vice grip during falls and breakups, but most of all the rush of driving so fast that the wind couldn’t keep up so it screamed in fear at the windows in it’s own voice and its own way. Their marriage would be this, a kill a poster child of violent and the impacts of dying on the point, in the midst of a bold declaration to each other. |
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| im not sleeping [you're not calling] |
[Mar. 6th, 2007|10:25 pm] |
not sleeping well
afraid that i'm perhaps bipolar
waiting for a phone call that will save my heart
losing friends like dropping jobs but not getting any new ones
drinking until the alcohol content surpasses the percentage of pain
afraid to sit at home, all she ever wants is money
i can't becasue i quit my fucking job
i don't put a price on insanity, except maybe in xanax and my foundation is crumbling
not typing out a response, but recieving a mistaken one
tomorrow i need to wake up and call
and finish arguing that for which i have no passion
i used to want to change the world so much that it'd feel amazing just to scream
not talking is hard
and hearing the ring that signifies it's you makes me a smile and if you believe in love i can
head is curly and clean, i don't feel completely the same
not a straight-edged, a bitch, a mess, in love, so hot, i hate you, you're just like the girl who betrayed me
failing you, and impressing the phantom media and you accused me of being on drugs
but that would be a logical conclusion
becasue really my bright eyes feel dim and my fire that used to be different
well the kindergarden insane children
they put it out with metal pails watering rasberry bushes
maybe ill wake up and smile becasue i will be sleeping with my sunshine |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 7th, 2006|11:41 pm] |
| 001. | Beginnings |
002. | Middles |
003. | Ends |
004. | First |
005. | Last |
| 006. | Hours |
007. | Days |
008. | Weeks |
009. | Months |
010. | Years |
| 011. | Red |
012. | Grey |
013. | White |
014. | Black |
015. | Blue |
| 016. | Purple |
017. | Brown |
018. | Green |
019. | Pink |
020. | Colourless |
| 021. | Friends |
022. | Enemies |
023. | Lovers |
024. | Family |
025. | Strangers |
| 026. | Teammates |
027. | Parents |
028. | Children |
029. | Birth |
030. | Death |
| 031. | Sunrise |
032. | Sunset |
033. | Too Much |
034. | Not Enough |
035. | Sixth Sense |
| 036. | Smell |
037. | Sound |
038. | Touch |
039. | Taste |
040. | Sight |
| 041. | Shapes |
042. | Triangle |
043. | Square |
044. | Circle |
045. | Moon |
| 046. | King |
047. | Heart |
048. | Diamond |
049. | Queen |
050. | Joker |
| 051. | Water |
052. | Fire |
053. | Earth |
054. | Air |
055. | Spirit |
| 056. | Breakfast |
057. | Lunch |
058. | Dinner |
059. | Food |
060. | Drink |
| 061. | Winter |
062. | Spring |
063. | Summer |
064. | Fall |
065. | Passing |
| 066. | Rain |
067. | Snow |
068. | Lightning |
069. | Thunder |
070. | Storm |
| 071. | Broken |
072. | Fixed |
073. | Light |
074. | Dark |
075. | Shattered |
| 076. | Rebirth |
077. | Paralysis |
078. | Disease |
079. | Agony |
080. | Healing |
| 081. | Blind |
082. | Deaf |
083. | Lost |
084. | Found |
085. | Missing |
| 086. | Choices |
087. | Life |
088. | He |
089. | She |
090. | It |
| 091. | Birthday |
092. | Christmas |
093. | Thanksgiving |
094. | Solstice |
095. | New Year |
| 096. | Writer‘s Choice |
097. | Writer‘s Choice |
098. | Writer‘s Choice |
099. | Writer‘s Choice |
100. | Writer‘s Choice |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 16th, 2006|09:29 pm] |
Class Clown
You are 0% Rational, 71% Extroverted, 71% Brutal, and 71% Arrogant. |
You are the Class Clown. This means you walk down the center of the classroom with books on your head, while the teacher stares on in...
Shit, I really need to stop looking at these pictures while I'm typing.
Anyway, I MEANT to say that you are the Class Clown, and this means that you are extroverted, mean, and arrogant. You are not very rational, so you gravitate towards things that produce feelings or emotions over thoughts (like fart jokes or spitballs, for instance). You are also an extrovert and rather full of yourself, so of course you want constant attention for yourself and think you are somehow better than others. (Upon hearing the expression "you are full of yourself", you probably also slyly feel the need to ask women if they would like to be "full of yourself" too. I am assuming you have a penis. I often make that assumption, being fond of the penis.) You can also be a bit mean-spirited, and like a class clown you wouldn't hesitate to make a joke at someone else's expense, no matter how terrible it would make them feel. So your personality defects are that you have to be the center of attention, that you don't care about others, and that you are rather irrational and motivated by intuitions. Now stop walking around with those books on your head and sit down this instant! Or else I'll be forced to stand here, hands on my hips, doing nothing once again!
To put it less negatively:
1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational.
2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted.
3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle.
4. You are more ARROGANT than humble.
Compatibility:
Your exact opposite is the Robot.
Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Schoolyard Bully, the Smartass, and the Brute.
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If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.
The other personality types:
The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. |
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My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 79% on Brutality |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 5th, 2006|03:45 am] |
- Title: The last lines always make you want to cry
- Author: Breaking_vanity.
-Illustrations: losersawhore <3 she’s my lover.
- Pairing: Ryan/Pete. Ryan/Brendon. William Beckett. Mikey Way
- Rating: NC-17. Hardcore.
- Summary:
A Pretty boy with an ugly agenda.
A lover who kisses the tip of your nose.
- POV: Ryan’s
- Authors Note: this is the longest thing I’ve written and it also got quite emotional. Melissa (loserawhore) provided the beauty that is the drawing.
- Dedications: Losersawhore. <3 see. I love her.
- Disclaimer: no we don’t own the beauties.
( Read more... ) |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 16th, 2005|10:32 pm] |
| [ | State of Mind |
| |  nostalgic | ] |
| [ | Vanity's Music |
| | Pretty In Punk-Fall Out Boy | ] |
- Title: Statements of Vanity
- Author: breaking_vanity
- Pairing: Frank..centric. But implications of another prescence, and that would be Pete
- Rating: R, at most I would believe
- Summary: Bustling, running, trying, and for what but an empty purpose. Nothing, no time, no future. A paper cut across your wrist, bleeding, but it was everything in shapes of a temporary accident with permanent release.
- POV: Frankie
- Authors Note: in segmens that sort of piece themselves together. Not quite a vignette, but damn close.
- Disclaimer: Im a self-destruction peainting of a liar. So what does that manek you again?
( Read more... ) |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 2nd, 2005|09:53 pm] |
| [ | State of Mind |
| |  cynical | ] |
| [ | Vanity's Music |
| | The Starting Line: Leaving | ] |
Im everything you aren't and the cool rush that washes over a sweating body
is just what I need, especially after a night with my thoughts.
Fuckitbabyiwanttoforgeteverythign.
living with a consience like THis. Not wanting to die, not caring to live.
Shaking inside, laughing, smirking, hugging dreams of death
this keyoard is like a curse upon my tainted thoughts, in writing, in pencil
is smeared ink, my veins
are your foiled knives, metaphorical speech, and im a sharped key to wrists
no rationality left, senses, detail, askingyouthefuckout
Songs of depression, my mind is racing a lightyear ahead of my reflexes, and pulse
slowing down, voices, whispers
Falling into stereotypes, and generic tears, when these are real
no point in writing. no point in breathing. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 30th, 2005|12:34 am] |
| [ | State of Mind |
| | exhausted, but hopeful | ] |
| [ | Vanity's Music |
| | the ringing in my head | ] |
Who here is from a small town?
and spends their whole life trying to burn the fucker to the ground?
sophomore slump and comeback of the year
there is someone in this world, that was destined to lie in bed with you at night.
wow, nintendo fusion, and it was everything.
Got there during Motion City, standing in the back, just fucking burning to be in the mosh pit.
Get to fucked in time for Starting Line, and mosh like no other. Fuck yes, motheruckers.
Fall Out Boy takes a lifetime to set up, but oh its a lifetime worth waiting.
Standing, and talk to the most incredible guy. It was a dance and an emotion of completeness.
He was so sweet, pulled me out of the moshpit...and held me...and wow.
im amazed people like that still populate the earth.
'let me be your bodyguard'...awww.
Mosh for a few songs, getting absolutely mauled by love, and electricity, and crowdsurfers ;)
and Pete...^^
he owned me with his words, and patrick with his voice...
its never forever, but the words, and the emotions, and the dreams
keep you going.
There is someone out there for everyone...
Love never wanted me
FUCK YOU TUCSON
your eyes are the lights
your heart is the heat. but no passion.
we fucking DESTROYED
im gonna burn you down to the ground baby.
analogies to my dreams. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 25th, 2005|11:03 pm] |
| [ | State of Mind |
| |  lethargic | ] |
| [ | Vanity's Music |
| | Panic! at the disco: Lying is the most fun a girl can have.. | ] |
the Idiot Savant
(42% dark, 69% spontaneous, 63% vulgar)
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your humor style:
VULGAR | SPONTANEOUS | LIGHT
You like things silly, immediate, and, above all, outrageous. Ixne on
the subtle word play, more testicles on fire, please. People like you
are the most likely to RECEIVE internet forwards--and also the most
likely to save them in a special folder entitled 'HOLY SHIT'.
Because it's so easily appreciated, and often wacky and physical, your
sense of humor never ceases to amuse your friends. Most realize that
there's a sly intelligence and a knowing wink to your tastes. Your
sense of humor could be called 'anti-pretentious'--but paradoxically
enough, that indicates you're smarter than most.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Johnny Knoxville - Jimmy Kimmel
The 3-Variable Funny Test!
- it rules -
If you're interested, try my latest:
The Terrorism Test
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haha, and does it bother you that out of the whole test...
i found
'Jew walks into a bar'
the funniest.
fucking amazing.
im still kinda cracking up.
Emo Kid
You are 0% Rational, 42% Extroverted, 42% Brutal, and 42% Arrogant.
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You are the Emo Kid, best described as a quiet pussy! You tend to be an
intuitive rather than a logical thinker, meaning you rely more on your
feelings than your thoughts. Not only that, but you are introverted,
gentle, and rather humble. You embody all the traits of the perfect emo
kid. You are a push-over, an emotional thinker, gentle to the extent of
absurdity, and so humble that it even makes Jesus puke. If you write
poetry, you no doubt write angsty, syrupy lines about depression,
sadness, and other such redundant states of emo-being. Your personality
is defective because you are too gentle, rather underconfident in
yourself, decidely lacking in any rational thought, and also a bit too
inhibited.
I probably made you cry, didn't I? Fucking Emo Kid.
To put it less negatively:
1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational.
2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.
3. You are more GENTLE than brutal.
4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.
Compatibility:
Your exact opposite is the Smartass.
Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Hippie, the Televangelist, and the Starving Artist.
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If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you
could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42%
Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is
close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well.
Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can
determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored
near fifty percent for certain traits.
The other personality types:
The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
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hahaha, EMo and damn proud. Y
Yeah, what NOW bitch! what now |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 23rd, 2005|10:57 pm] |
| [ | State of Mind |
| | broken | ] |
| [ | Vanity's Music |
| | Mest: dying for you | ] |
It's been long since it hurt like this.
FUCK.
i can't take it.
I don't want to.
indecisive...life.
too weak for death.
FUCK IT.
fuck.
my heart is breaking.
and im feeling it rip apart. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 19th, 2005|11:38 pm] |
| [ | State of Mind |
| | cynical | ] |
| [ | Vanity's Music |
| | Bayside: Devotion and Desire | ] |
It never falls into place and im a walking disaster
So clumsy with words...
so incoherent with thoughts
Away, and as i drifted off...only thinking about what all of this meant, and what it would never be.
feeling empty. Numb, but wanting.
if only i couldn't lust, need...love.
Gelled hair, and oh im nothing. I couldn't even speak.
laughter in the back of a truck, and pure emotion.
Things shared, lost, and screaming
who am i now?
who was i then?
Planning out futures...
when i cannot see myself past 18
Missing concerts, and the chance to dance, to feel...
i fucked it up today
in more then one direction. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 13th, 2005|08:49 pm] |
| [ | State of Mind |
| |  creative | ] |
| [ | Vanity's Music |
| | Mest: Photographs | ] |
Laughs, and the best day in so long...
Global studies was awsome...Brandy...im so fucking glad you moved here
Do these things happen for a reason?
Ruptured vessel red, and jolly ranchers
I smile, thinking back
I love my friends, in the best ways possible, because they mean everything
My life, my love, my heart
Sneaked into health with Brandy, and Taylor...and Michael
oh so hilarious...minues the sewn up spleen
Cracking up and breaking down
Camera whores and damn proud!
Skipping, giggling, hugging, and talking
and then it kicks in
I hear the silence but it sounds so strange
I've never felt this type of pain
Afraid. no longer freaked.
I caught fire
and you're so sick of that song, because the phone won't quit ringing
Whats going on tomorrow?
Gotta care baby |
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[Oct. 11th, 2005|10:59 pm] |
| [ | State of Mind |
| |  discontent | ] |
| [ | Vanity's Music |
| | The Used: Poetic Tragedy | ] |
Woke up, another fuck in mind
incoherency to the lyrics 'living life like it's going out of style'
running through my foggy morning mind. Meaning what? Nothing ever makes sense.
School, and oh those goddamn flags.
Get through, then drag off to art.
Bullshit. Bull fucking shit. Value, stippling, line....oh so 6th grade. I want more from this.
Depression, and maybe just plain calm. Sleeping throught the day, ignoring stupid funnies.
Asleep in biology, passed out in math. Awaken...to the shuddering feeling of walking off a curb/cliff. and falling...oh falling.
I hope no one had noticed, the sudden jerk.
So emo boys, and is that what he is trying to be? With the hair, and the look, but he will never be.
Football and emo don't mix.
Spanish, im so close to failing. One more year, one more passing grade.
Running away from the repeats,
but
im so close to falling, hiding, dying.
Im not sure, if it's worth it to you...to save me. I know it's not to me.
Poetically depressed
and im just a tragedy
The tears just wouldn't stop
and then the blood, it ran
Im going with my heart
or nowhere
Personified bullets, and smirking guns
'violent frustration
he cries out to God, or maybe No One'
Im alone. In my mind, in my world. So twisted, fucked, and wrong
masochistic, dirty, tainted
with dreams of nothing.
Oh, i've dreamt of death
and it was nothing, and everything. Ashes, angels, kisses, sweet last fucks.
Cracks along the asphalt...
He stood tall
and he yelled
and he takes his own life |
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| It's been a lifetime... |
[Oct. 10th, 2005|11:12 pm] |
| [ | State of Mind |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | Vanity's Music |
| | vendetta red: silhoutte, serenade | ] |
LJ...
Fuck it's been a while.
and everything's such a mess.
I hope he's alright. One of my best friends. One of my only friends that have been there since the start.
Please..let it all work our if not for me, for him.
Pretty eyes.
Slashy stories.
Depressing words, so full of beauty.
and hell, while im asleep in class.
It's lame as fuck, and nothing's ever in it's true place.
Especially my heart, my soul, and my ambitions.
Im failing at oh so much.
and crying...
and writing.
and waiting.
for what I don't know.
because long ago, i realized..that this was it.
and it's not enough.
not for me.
she said i can't take this place, im leaving it behind
she said i can't take this town, im leaving you tonight... |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 3rd, 2005|11:52 pm] |
| [ | State of Mind |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | Vanity's Music |
| | Pictures of you: The Cure | ] |
[insert title here]
Silvery streak
4 in the night
Clock slowly ticks
And painted nails reflecting the light
Sweat covers every pore
A caffeine addiction to the pen
Running short of purple ink
Convulsions through a tired hand
Minutes pass by
Litter the floor
Screaming of urgency
Anything more
Bleached lives of stains
And tainted past
Decorated in spikes
But highs never last
Hearing ringing
Insanity of sound
Laughter forced forward
And suicide’s around
Closed eyes shut out life
But nightmares fuel the dead
Believing in nothing
It’s what they always said
Creating blurred edges
Straining the mind
Its faintly done
And forever entwined |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 29th, 2005|09:09 pm] |
| [ | State of Mind |
| | lethargic | ] |
| [ | Vanity's Music |
| | Comfortably Numb: Pink Floyd | ] |
HAVE U EVER.....?
Have you ever had someone from your past suddenly appear? yes
Have you ever seen true beauty? beauty is in the eye of the beholder...
I've seen what i consider truly beautiful...
Have you ever had somebody care? yes
Have you ever tried to make things right; only to realize they work out if you let them be? -shrug-
Have you ever needed to be held? yes...who hasn't
Have you ever needed to cuddle? yes
Have you ever made something you thought was great but no one else liked? sort of
Have you ever been alone? yes. So much...
Have you ever splashed in puddles? yeah...way back
Have you ever made a snowman in your front yard? no
Have you ever known what it was like to love and be loved in return? no..not yet
Have you ever had a crush? yes. -sigh-
Have you ever had a kiss? -shakes head-
Have you ever not know how good it was until it's gone? the irony of like really..
Have you ever tried to write poetry but ended up throwing it away? quite a lot actually in the past...now i keep it.
Have you ever found it later and laughed at yourself? yes. i was so ridiculous...
Have you ever given a love letter? no.
Have you ever tried to make someone feel better, just because you saw they were down? yeah <<3
Have you ever wanted to just do things on impulse? -nods-
Have you ever needed to get away? all the time..but there is no where to gom to escape from yourself.
Have you ever tried? yes...i only wish i was strong enough to stay put
Have you ever lost a love to death? no
Have you ever experienced puppy love? no
Have you ever experienced love at first sight? i don't believe in it. Lust at first sight...
Have you ever tried to tell someone something but the words wouldn't come out? im so bad with words...unless they're written. I stumble upon every syllable...
Have you ever wanted to die? yes. Life really does get sickening...beacause at some point you really..that this is as good as it gets.
Have you ever had a really good time with your best friends?yeah..my best friends..mean the world
Have you ever told them how much they mean to you? ...not in those words
Have you ever shown them that you love them? i try
Have you ever told your parents you love them? .....a long time ago
Have you ever told someone else you love them? no
When were you born? i have no fucking clue. really
What was your first word? -shrug-
What was your favorite television show? i luuvvdd...uh...some stupid ass cartoons
Age: 0-7
What was your favorite movie? dunno
Do you have any siblings? yup
If so, give their names and ages: bobby. 4
Did you have any pets? a cat.
Did you have a best friend? Who? i dont think i had one
Did you have a favorite relative? my mom...or grandma..or something
What is the most memorable moment from these years? I don't know...europe probably.
Age:13
What was the name of your elementary school? Sunrise
Did you get a boyfriend/girlfriend during any of these years? no :(
Who: __________
What was your favorite year of elementary school? 5th i guess
Why? it sucked less then 4th and 3rd
Who was your favorite teacher? no one really...
Who was your least favorite teacher? i had like..1
What was the reason for your first detention? uh...talking too much
Who was your best friend during these years? libby
What was your favorite television show? simpsons.
What was your favorite movie? the new guy.
What was your favorite song? didn't really care about music that much...
What is the most memorable moment from these years? they outright blew okay
Age: 13-17 [Teenager]
What junior-high school did/are you go(ing) to? OGMS/ECMS...now its Catalina Foothills
Who was/are your best friend(s)? Chancey, Cassie, Taylor, and Erik
Who was/is your favorite teacher? don't have one. my 8th grade art teacher didn't bite..neither did my 7th...and now..my writ/lit teach is pretty cool. -cough-Hippie-cough-
Who was/is your least favorite teacher?my fuckign art teach this year is a bitch..
Who was/is your boyfriend/girlfriend during these yrs? don't have one. :(
What was/is your most prized possession? my writing.
Why? because it's all that i have keeping me on this earth.
Were you ever suspended or expelled? no
Were/are you still a virgin during these years? yes
What was/is your favorite television show? The O.C. and Viva La Bam
What was/is your favorite movie? Sin City, Sid and Nancy, SLC Punk, Edward Scissorhands, The New Guy [i heart that movie]
What was/is your favorite song? i have a lot.
What is the most memorable moment from these years. still being alive. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2005|10:45 pm] |
| [ | State of Mind |
| |  exhausted | ] |
| [ | Vanity's Music |
| | Pounding headaches | ] |
Awkward silences and casual glances
shaking hands that just keep slipping on the edges of reality
trapped in maze of sharpened edges and razorblade dead ends
with hearts shoved through spikes and blood decorates the lies, until beauty is in the eye of every soul
Not sleeping and smeared makeup, still laughing through the night
Awakening, the light is dead
rain buries it beneath our hell
No sound, only weeping
Silently over a mirror
reflecting nothing back
as glistening edges show shades of only black
walking over the dead land and kissing wishes to the skies
passing through obscenity
when all fake smiles are lies |
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