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[Dec. 8th, 2005|03:29 pm] |
A year ago today, Darrel Lance Abbot was shot and killed by a crazed fan in one of his favorite night clubs while performing. He only had a few more shows with Damage Plan before he was able to end his tour and go home, where he would celebrate Christmas.
RIP Dimebag Darrel
Rock legend
Pantera
Damage Plan.
<3You will be missed<3 |
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[Dec. 4th, 2005|08:15 pm] |
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| | Use Your Fist And Not Your Mouth by Marilyn Manson | ] |
You know whats really fun? Being on your period. Whats super fun? Being on your period and not EATING.
I haven't eaten at all today. Can't believe I got away with it. I'm cold and tired and weak and hungry and I feel like CRAP. According to my scale, I'm 115, which isn't exactly correct since I've full of water weight since I'm on my period. Shit, being thin hurts. I had forgotten how much it hurts to have your rib bones sticking out. Fuck.
I wrote a little poem thingy, I'm going to post it in my writing journal once I'm done with this. UGH I FEEL LIKE SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!
Ok. Done. Sorry.
So I've done NOTHING all day. I feel SICK and TIRED and HUNGRY and I want to EAT and SLEEP but I CAN'T.
...Ugh. Kill me now, eh? |
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[Nov. 8th, 2005|01:52 pm] |
Stand Up And Admit It
Tomorrows
Never
Coming...
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We are man. We fight and squirm against something we know will happen in the end. We feel pain, and we know we are alive. We know, without reasonable doubt, that we will die. No man can stop death, and even slowing it is so painful that when death finally comes you are begging for it, on your knees groveling, though it is your fault. Swiftly or slowly it can strike, and we as man, more stupid then the animals we claim to be above, are ignorant as flies, simply going from one pointless, selfish desire to another, not stopping to think if it could be your last. Humans do not understand the value of life, the beauty in death, the perfect breath we take, we do not understand that it may be our last. Our brains are so small we cannot wrap reasonable thought around the idea, the closest we are coming to is 'God'. Ah, the creator. He has been named many things, but does he really ever change in the eyes of us? God, in any and every form, is simply of our own accordance, bringing the evil hope with it, thinking there is something better, something more, then his rat hole we are living. Do they not understand it is their fault they are here? Do they not get it? Are we, as a race, mankind, so ignorant to believe that something is going to smite us if we are 'wrong', bless us if we are 'right', when right and wrong are simply in our mind. A man stealing a loaf of bread to feed his starving family is wrong in your eyes, do you think it is wrong in his? Who defines right and wrong? Surely not God. We. We define it, we shape and form it. Fifty years ago it was wrong for a woman to wear pants to school. Now it is wrong for a woman to wear a short skirt to school, what will be 'wrong' tomorrow?
What will be right? |
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[Jul. 10th, 2005|10:04 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
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| | Passive by A Perfect Circle | ] |
Fasting starts tomorrow, asap. Five day period, might be extended to seven.
Wish me luck
Think thin!
--Marie |
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[Jul. 8th, 2005|11:54 pm] |
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[Jul. 6th, 2005|02:32 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
| |  tired | ] |
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| | A Bullet Named Christ by Wendsday 13 | ] |
Hello, my small-minded brothern. How are you all doing this horrificly ugly day? It's been such a long, long time since I've visited this site, hasn't it? Nothing much has happened, really. Clay, my 'father', has been in a nasty mood and hasn't eaten anything but milkshakes, which he considers enough, for two-three days, which isn't healthy but who am I to say what is and isn't right? Tomorrow I'm probably going to Javonne the perverteds house to hang out for a couple hours, which should be fun. I'll bring my bike, and we'll have a nice four-mile-one-way bike ride to the park on which I might posibly kill myself on. Today was Clay's last Radiation, tomorrow's his last Chemo. He's got a large radiation burn on his back, and chest, which he says is quite warm and hurts - I couldn't really care less. Terry's been working on the side a lot, for writing, she's got a book deal with Atticus books for fifteen hundred. Money's not here right now, we've got to pay theifing companys who thrive on money. It's quite sickening, actually, and usually I'm into human-misery but... *shrug* That's all for now, my pretty little feces, I'll try to get into the habbit of updating more. In darkness and shadows
Truly yours
Marie |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2005|02:34 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
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I make everyone believe I like to be different.....
....But really I just don't know how to fit in.... |
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[Jun. 20th, 2005|11:43 am] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
| | tired | ] |
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| | Judge Judy | ] |
Hiya guys, I'm back!
Ha sorry. Been a while, eh? Our computer had a virus, so I've been computerless for a while. And I tend to not update for a while, and *cough*forgetaboutmylj*Cough*.
Everything's alright around here. My dad's an ass today, but he's been decent recently. Saturday was the first performance of The three little pigs. It was alright, I guess - I, personally, think I messed up and could of done so much better, but Mr. Warren (Rachel's dad) and my mother says I was 'wonderful', so... *shrugs slightly*
My mother has alot of work to do on the side for Elance, but she doesn't seem to be getting to it, which kinda pisses me off, because she needs to start working on it, but whatever, it's her rating.
My dad's been doing really well on Chemo. He'll get real tired for about a day, but thats it. His back has a tan/sunburn-like mark from Radiation, and he says it feels warm, and it's peeling a little, but it's supposed to be normal, because he gets Radiation every day.
Uuuugh my stomach hurts.... uh, sorry... randomness of me.
I've been doing alright. I get my moments when I feel hopeless, worthless, suicidal, all of that, but that's just how I am. I guess I kind of just... accept my major mood swings anymore. They piss me off, which makes me depressed, but eh - life goes on.
I've been feeling an ongo sickness, my throat been hurting, swollen glands, tiredness, sore, runny nose, wattery eyes, it's been going on for a couple weeks, just general sickness. It sucks, but... *shrugs* Nothing I can do about it. Just have to wait until it passes or I die (lol).
I've also been more emotional the past month or so. If I read a real sad story, then I'll be really really sad for the next day or so, because I get so... into the charictor, that I feel the pain, hurt, whatever the person's feeling, you know? Ok, maybe you don't, and I'm weird, but whatever.
I've also been REALLY tired lately, it just kind of washes over me. I've always been tired, like, I never had a lot of energy, but anymore I'm just to the point of after going out somewhere, grocrey shopping or something, that I have to sit and rest for a little while. It's horrible - I hate it. :(
Um.. thats all for now. I'm going to go on quizilla.. *shrugs a little*
Ugh. I feel like crap... sorry again lol... |
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[Jun. 10th, 2005|07:55 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
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| | Deadskin by Crossfade | ] |
I cant do anything right. I'm just one big, huge fuck up, aren't I? What the hell I did I ever do to God, if he is indeed real as everyone tell's me he is, to make him hate me?! Why does he fuck with me so mother fucking much?!?
These are the days I just wanna cut my arms open and see what's in there.
'Answer, yes or no', 'oh yeah, I got in. I was hoping you would, too', 'Why is that?', 'Yeah, maybe then you could get that shit from your floor, then maybe you'd have a room'. WHY CANT I DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!?!?!?!??! WHY DO I HAVE TO BE LIKE.... LIKE.... LIKE ME?!?!?!?!? AGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I can't act. I can't sing. I can't play anything. I don't do sports. I don't dance. I'm not amazingly good at school. I'm not pretty. I'm not thin.
WHAT THE HELL DO I HAVE?!
Nothing.
Exactly.
Thats me - nothing. I am worth nothing. Zip. Ziltch. Nada.
No, scratch that. I am less then nothing. I am what something that is nothing EATS.
And now my mother's on my back, because I don't like - no, I HATE - to use the phone. It freaks me out. It started as something small, just me not liking to call people to talk or hang out. I only made phone calls when called first. Then, I didn't do that. I didn't like calling people back, it freaked me out. Now, I don't take phone calls, I don't make them, and I don't return them. Period. A phone is NOT something that I use. I've got, like.. phone-phobia. Is that a real thing? I gotta look that up... but seriously, I hate using the phone. My mom doesn't get is, so she yells at me. And she yells at me. And she yells at me. Truthfully, between me and my journal, I don't get it either, but it fucking freaks me out to use the phone. So now, she's going to make me use the phone, i e if someone calls, not saying like 'Sorry, she's not here' or something. *sigh* I feel so... worthless. because I am. I am worth nothing.
Scratch that. I've been over this once. I am less then nothing. I am what nothing eats. |
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[Jun. 10th, 2005|12:45 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
| | tired | ] |
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| | Imaginary by Evanessence | ] |
I just wanted to say I'm sorry about the last entry... I was really upset and I didn't mean to offend anyone, or upset anyone.
And I want to see if this thing'll show up... if it doesn't then I fucked up but I found this and it's amazingly... odd.
And I ask you... what the FUCK is that?!? lol... |
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[Jun. 9th, 2005|09:53 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
| |  discontent | ] |
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| | Getting Away With Murder by Papa Roach | ] |
Yeah. Second entry today. Don't like it? Go fuck yourself.
Er... sorry. I'm not in a very good mood.
Rehersal was horrible. It sucked worse then last thought possible. We've got a week, and no one knows there fucking lines. *sigh*
You know, for once, and this is going to sound selfish and bitchy and I'm sorry, but for once I'd like to be better at something at someone, you know? Like, I've always heard 'everybodys good at something', but like... I don't get it. I'm not GOOD at anything. I just want to be better at something then like, Rachel or Nate. I clearly can't act well, or I would be Phylis in the play, but Brandon gave that part to Rachel. I'm not pretty, or 'hot' or whatever. I'm not thin (I've said this before, people only call me pretty and thin because there being nice. Nate makes it clear a LOT that I'm neither.), and I'm fit. I can't draw. I can't write. I really and honestly just want to start bawling, and I don't usually feel like this. There's something wrong with me here... I hate this. I hate myself. Why can't I be good at something? Why can't I be prettier, or thinner? Just one thing - thats all I want!! All I fucking want is to be really good at one mother fucking thing. I want to have something (Other then poverty) that no one else has. Just once, I want to have better clothes then someone. I want to be able to do or have something that makes another person go 'oh, I want that' or 'Oh, I wish I could do that'. It just sucks so much to be second best ALL THE MOTHER FUCKING TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really really just want to start crying, not like anyone around here would notice though, my parents are playing video games.
If your offended by my complants and rants fuck off, because more are coming.
I hate how my parents don't pay attention to me. I'm sorry if I sound like a three year old or something, but it's like they don't care. I understand there busy or something, but a simple 'you look nice today, Ree', or something to make me feel wanted, make me feel like I'm needed or just make me feel like I'm a part of this family. I just hate feeling so... me-ish.
I don't know whats wrong with me. Like, three or four days ago I was doing SO well. I was happy, and smiley, and just in an all-around GOOD MOOD. Now I'm just... not I guess. I don't know.
I'm sorry for the rant.... |
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[Jun. 9th, 2005|12:20 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
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| | Welcome To My Life by Simple Plan | ] |
Shit I am so mother fucking tired...
Erm.. sorry. I just woke up, and I'm not fully awake, heh...
Dad's at Chemo right now, his second setion. He gets it once every week, which is kinda weird because in the 'Chemo and You' (stupid name) booklet they gave him at the hospital, it's usually given once every 21 days, so... yeah. *shrug*
We had rehersal yesterday, and it sucked. Monica bought us pizza. Fucking pizza! The diet has gone OUT THE WINDOW *bangs head on wall* And no one knew there fucking lines - I KNEW THERE LINES!!!! - and Javonne's little brother was there, and he was acting up and just... gawd!
And I feel SO sick... my throat is killing me... ick... I just want to crawl under a warm rock and hide, ya know? Yeah....
I finally watched the show Jackass last night... it was so fucking funny! As soon as we get enough money, I'm going to buy the set. I was laughing my ass off! lol...
I can't believe I didn't put this in sooner... I'm going to get my hair cut!!! (Note: does anyone know how to put pictures in here...?) Its going to be really really short, though. Like Billy Martin had before he cut his hair, the bangs are going to be long, like just above my chin, and in back it'll be short. I know its a dudes hair cut and all, but I don't care, I like it. Nate also called Billy Martin 'fag boy', so I hit him. ....what? I like guys that wear makeup... SHUT UP *smacks reader*
I hate being this broke. There's like a 600 dollar in-the-red in the bank account, and we don't have any money for food or shit... its just not good... but the thing that pisses me off the most? The thing that pisses me off the most is that we've got the money for beer and ciggerettes for my father, but not for food. So hey, lets just live in that! *fumes* I cannot EXPRESS to you how much that pisses me off. I mean, sure, lets go without food or laundry soap (Don't ask...) so that you can smoke and just largen that tumor more! HE'S NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE FUCKING DRINKING WITH THE RADIATION!!!!!!!!!!
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Sorry. It just pisses me off.
Anyway, Rachel has been pissing me off as well. She's been all 'poor me my parents are divoriced' and have been since she was like three 'and my daddy doesn't like me and my mommy has boyfriend's that I don't like because they take all the attention'. It just pisses me off because she pours all of this to me, and I can't pour all of my shit back on her, you know? Because I'd feel... weird doing it. She doesn't know, honestly, how good she has it. She's got a really nice house, and an awesome dad, and her mom seems nice, though I've never really talked with her. And she doesn't have mega money problems, and both her fathers lung are clear and... there.
You know what I was thinking about while venting about Rae? When I was little, my dad had this job offer, but he had to get to Flordia from where we lived at the time, De, and we didn't have enough money, and I had 360 dollars of my money in my bank account which I had saved, that I wanted to use for college, and I let them use that money, because he needed to get down there. But I think the only reason I really didn't mind it at the time, is because they (Being my parents) promised me - promised to there young 8 year old daughter - that I would get that money, plus interest, back when my dad started getting his pay checks. You know what else? I never got any of that money. And I know I sound bitchy, but that really bothers me, and I know we'll probably never have enough money to pay me back and all, but... I don't know, I guess that was about the time I lost faith in my parents. Because I had saved a whole year for all that money, and thats a lot of money for an 8 year old mind you, and in an instant, it was just... gone. Poof. Great magic act, ma, you know? It just... I don't know. It makes me kinda mad, you know? *sigh*
And my mother complains when I don't save any of my money, how I spend it as soon as I get it. Well I think sub-consusly I do that so they can't take it. I know that sounds horrible, but it's true. I mean, I know if I kept my money around instead of spending it, my parents would borrow it, and I don't know if I would ever see it again. I guess I like having something to show for my money *shrugs softly*
So now I'm all depressed because I was thinking about this. Damn. *sighs again*
Ok thats enough, if I write any more I could possibly break out crying. I've had that problem lately, at random times I'll just start crying, I don't know why, but I do. It sucks. I really need to see a shrink man... to bad we're fucking broke. |
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[Jun. 6th, 2005|08:33 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
| |  SO FUCKING HOT | ] |
| [ | Backround |
| | Whose Line Is It Anyway | ] |
Diet isn't going well. Unlucky, my dad made me steak tonight.
Ugh.
Anyway, I had a tryout today. I don't think I got in, but whatever. *shrugs* Pat (fagan) is one of the directors, so I guess I have a chance. *shrug again*
My stomach hurts SO much, I think I ate to much of that damned steak. I think I'm going to be sick. Unfun.
And my mom's bugging me, she's talking to me about how I didn't talk to Mike much at tryouts, and I'm like 'eh, I didn't think he wanted to talk to me that much', and I'm like 'Well I didn't thinkhe wanted to talk to me', because he was with Dean, my creepy ex boyfriend who says he's Bi because he likes the attention (Please don't ask, long long story). And she's like 'why not' and I'm like 'I dunno, I just didn't think he did.' 'well did you get into a fight?' NO MOM JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!
Sorry.
Then she's like 'Are you ok, you seem irritated'. *rolls eyes*
I hate people who think there better then what they started with. I'm talking to Ally, and I was telling her about the tryouts, and she's like 'yeah well I think I'm to old for those plays'. Pah-lese, girl, you look younger then I do. *sigh* Its alright, though. Just need to shut up...
It is SO FUCKING HOT IN HERE... GOD!
You know what?
I missed being Allys friend. I miss hanging with her, and talking to her. I really really miss her. I need to start being friends with her again.
Thats all for tonight. Night guys |
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[Jun. 5th, 2005|11:14 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
| | sick | ] |
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| | Unwrapped on Food Network | ] |
Just say "NO" to gay marriages:
1. Homosexuality is not natural, much like eyeglasses, polyester, and birth control.
2. Heterosexual marriages are valid becasue they produce children. Infertile couples and old people can't legally get married because the world needs more children.
3. Obviously, gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.
4. Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage is allowed, since Britney Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage was meaningful.
5. Heterosexual marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are property, blacks can't marry whites, and divorce is illegal.
6. Gay marriage should be decided by people, not the courts, because the majority-elected legislatures, not courts, have historically protected the rights of the minorities.
7. Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire counrty. That's why we have only one religion in America.
8. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
9. Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
10. Children can never suceed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why single parents are forbidden to raise children.
11. Gay marriage will change the foundation of society. Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and we could never adapt to new social norms because we haven't adapted to things like cars or longer lifespans.
12. Civil unions, providing most of the same benefits as marriage with a different name are better, because a "separate but equal" institution is always constitutional. Separate schools for African-Americans worked just as well as separate marriages for gays and lesbians will.
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[Jun. 5th, 2005|02:24 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | Backround |
| | VHI Best Week Ever | ] |
Your connection with darkness is through your
murderous ways/thoughts. You want to kill, get
away with it and do it again and again etc. To
be in charge of peoples lives, to decide if
someone should live or die makes you feel
powerful. And power is addicting. But chances
are you haven't commited murder(torture/rape)
yet. So far theese thoughts stay inside and
haven't come to life. Most people wouldn't
expect you to want to do this(maybe close
friends/familymembers) since you look just like
an ordinary Joe (but sometimes theese types
stand out). In school you were likely the quiet
one who seemed harmless. Isn't is fun to prove
people wrong?
Hehe I'm evil! |
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[Jun. 4th, 2005|10:36 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
| |  bitchy | ] |
| [ | Backround |
| | Going Under by Evanesessence | ] |
I need to go on a diet. People tell me I'm not fat, but I don't believe them. I'm 5'8, and 125 pounds. Thats a lot. I need to be down to, like, 110 or 115, so starting Monday I'm going to three or four little meals a day, because it fools the body into thinking that your eating more. Like, I'll have half a banana when I wake up, the other half about one, about three I'll have something along the lines of half a bowl of cereal, and then once more before I go to bed. It's still healthy, right? Yeah...
I am so tired... ugh...
But, back to my diet thing, I think its a good idea. If I eat to much, I can always just throw it up. No harm, to foul, everything's good. I should be able to lose my extra weight nicely. I'm tired of being fat. It kills me that I feel so over weight. So heavy. *pokes stomach* I hate it. *sigh*
We took in another kitten, too, his name's Quarks. He's white, with orange spots. So cute! lol.
Enough writing. I need sleep. I'll update tomorrow maybe. |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2005|11:12 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
| | tired | ] |
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| | The Hand That Feeds You by Nine Inch Nails | ] |
Sorry. Been a while since I've updated. I'm also using HTML, so lets see if this works... Ok. So dad takes Chemo, too, and he started.. er... yesterday, and it didn't really bother him. He didn't get sick or anything like I expected. Whee. Ok, advice time, because I really need it. I want to tell my friends something about me, but I don't know how'd they act, because Rachel (No offence if your reading this, sis) makes fun of a person who's the same thing. I just kind of... don't know what to do. I love Rachel, and I want to tell her, but I just don't know... *frusterated sigh*... and I want to tell my parents, because I have a very open relationship with them. At least, with my mom, and it sucks not telling her stuff, you know? Yeah... Ok, anyway... My head hurts so much, and I think I'm going to be sick. Today sucked. We had rehersal, Rachel wasn't there, but everyone else was. It was ok. Fucking Javonne, that little perverted fuck bothers me. He tried to put a fucking ice cube down my fucking shirt, and he was like, grabbing my boob. Fucker. MINE *covers chest*.. anyway. Someone called me 'confused' the other day. I explained to them about my love with men's clothing, and suits (wearing suits rock, man. Shut up.) and they're like 'Yeah, I'm in this one play,and the charictors sister is confused like that'. W...T...F...?!?! I'm not confused, bitch, you don't know me. Can anyone tell I'm not in a very good mood? I started cutting again, too. DON'T YELL AT ME I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!!! Anyway... I'm tired. Enough writing. Goodnight, people. I'll update soon. -Me |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2005|12:27 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
| |  pessimistic | ] |
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| | Tales From The Hard Side by Biohazard | ] |
I shave slowly,
transfixed
by my familiar, smiling
mask.
I want to rip
it off,
but I fear
what lies beneath
Nothing is more depressing them an optimistic outlook. |
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[Jun. 1st, 2005|10:54 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | Backround |
| | 1985 by Bowling For Soup | ] |
Woohoo-ith Woohoo-ith Mary just hit the wall, she never had it all She was hardly free, husband's an FFV Her dreams went out the door In 1654 Only been with one man What happen to her plan? She was gonna be a princess She was gonna be a queen She was gonna shake her calf On the top of the Kings carriage Her small son named Henry is now the enemy Looks at her average life And nothing has been alright Since The English King, Elizabeth Way before the Macbeth There was Harry and Charlie And laws still on being free Her two kids in high school They tell her that she's a fool But she's still preoccupied With 16, 16, 1685 Woohoo-ith (1685) Woohoo-ith She's seen all the classics, she knows every line 'Othello, Loves Labor Lost' Even The Winters Tale She rocked out to Bach! She really likes a big sock Thought she'd get a hand On the Embassy of Japan Where's the corset made of whale bone? And who's the other guy ruling England all alone? When did the States become irate Whatever happened to corsets, long coats (where ever she went there was) The King, Elizabeth Way before the Macbeth There was Harry and Charlie And laws still on being free Her two kids in high school They tell her that she's a fool But she's still preoccupied With 16, 16, 1685 Woohoo-ith She hates time, make it stop-ith When did bunchy butts become bad fashion? And when did Edward become the King Please make this stop-ith, stop-ith Stop-ith, and bring back The King, Elizabeth Way before the Macbeth There was Harry and Charlie And laws still on being free Her two kids in high school They tell her that she's a fool But she's still preoccupied With 1685 The King, Elizabeth Way before the Macbeth There was Harry and Charlie And laws still on being free Her two kids in high school They tell her that she's a fool But she's still preoccupied With 16, 16, 1685 |
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[May. 30th, 2005|09:57 pm] |
| [ | My Frickin Feelings That Mean Nothing |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | Backround |
| | Loser by Three Doors down | ] |
Broken hearts
Empty thoughts
Hiding behind a false smile
And frail dreams that won't come true
I'm the odd-one out
Not like anyone else
With nothing happening right
No one knows how I feel
Painful memories are pushed to the back
Always there, never quite
I work so hard
To be perfect for everyone
But I fall so short of something
Thats even close
No one seems to know or car
That I'm hurting so bad
I lock myself deep inside me
So I can't be hurt
But the chains that bind me
Will be the one's that will kill me
I can't ask for help
Who could help me now?
They wouldn't anyone
Why is it that I always mess something up?
The days are long
But the nights are longer
So I've a final wish
Before I hide away
Don't bother me
Its better this way
----It sucked. I'm depressed. Deal with it. -.- |
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