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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Your Words Are Meaningless To Me

Does it really matter if you say anything on the internet? Sure, it came from your fingers, or that's what we're all assuming, anyways, but it could be anything. I could type anything I want and not mean a word of it. It's called lying. It's so easy to do on the internet. Pretend you're heartless. Pretend you hate them. Pretend you care about them.
Really all those things you say really don't matter. So stop saying them.
Life is what counts. If you ignore me in the real world, I'll disregard you in the internet world. Really, do you care? Or are you just saying those things because you don't have to look me in the eye and lie?
Lying is much easier when you don't have to look at the person you're lying to.
When you're lying to everyone, even yourself.

Raining...


Bianca Scott
Bianca Scott
Bela, who are these people?
Eddie Hilpert
Eddie Hilpert
we are her wonderful shoulder pixies ;D

Eddie Hilpert
Eddie Hilpert
teehee. we're not as insane as we sound



THIS IS NOT IT


And thus the river of sadness overflows
Can't I just cry and get it all over with already?
No. Apparently not.
And that essay, it isn't something I can get away from. You can't escape memories. Memories shall forever haunt me.


When I said goodbye, I wanted to go over there, say goodbye with a hug, too, but suddenly I was filled with an intense sadness
I won't explain it here, no one could ever understand


I really shouldn't be left alone, but it really isn't an option
Especially when I want to be alone
but that is perhaps the most dangerous of them all




I really am being left alone


WHY CAN'T I JUST CRY AND GET IT OVER WITH
WHY CAN'T I JUST WRITE A FUCKING ESSAY AND CRY AGAIN AND GET IT OVER WITH
WHY CAN'T I JUST STOP
just stop




we're being replaced
I'm being replaced
you're being replaced



and it's all over for us now

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

God Dammit

I'm never really included in any of that, am I?

Or any of anything, for that matter.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Hallucinating is fun, especially when you don't know why all the shiny lines are surrounding your vision and your mother is watching you be entranced by them.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

We steal crayons from 3 year olds.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Deathly Afraid

I am terrified of sarcasm on the internet.
Because you never know if it's there or not. 

And if you guess wrong, they make fun of you. Or think you're stupid.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

I need to watch Quest for Camelot

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Sunday, August 9, 2009

to quit theater. I don't want to write anymore because I know that it's all worthless.

All of it is broken now.
Is this supposed to happen?
the one to run away from it all?

Things are breaking. I don't want short hair, but long long hair I can hide in. I'm terrified to speak in groups, and want
Should this leave me this way? Still feeling lonely while surrounded by people, who "don't matter"?

Is it bad that when I saw her do that, I would've been

Sunday, August 2, 2009

How many people are crushed by careless words? How many people crush the hearts of others without ever knowing? How many people never heal?