i still get depressed, but when i do, guess what? i go somewhere else, lurk for a while, feel better, and come back. my happiness is not dependent on anything but myself, and that's pretty fucking cool.


i suckfor almost 7 1/2 months, life was a beautiful begonia, i was happy, i thought it could last. then... he started to realize... ...i'm insecure. i warned him all that time ago, he assured me it was fine. i wanted so much to believe it, so i did nothing to change it. fuck-up #1.i suck
...i'm an attention whore. always have been, hopefully i won't stay this way forever because it drives people away. please believe me when i say, i never knew it bothered you. how could i, if you never told me otherwise? i think this is fuck-up #2, thinking i am important enough even to deserve a minute of your attention. ...sometimes i can't thi


Meandering through the MizzleMeandering through the MizzleMeandering through the Mizzle
Walking along a garden path on a misty day, I found life all around. Flowers were blooming, insects were making nuisances of themselves, and happy little animals were going about their lives. I came upon a thistle. It said,
Do not step on me,
I am a stinging thistle, Avoid my venom. The thistle, having finished its haiku, continued photosynthesizing. Next, an aptly named lacewing fly of delicate beauty fluttered into my path. It said,
Not a care, nor a dare, &


Continental Marksmen Ch. 1 Do I really have to take everything off?Continental Marksmen Ch. 1
Yes, you really do, I said for the second time, clutching a backpack full of clothes I had bought for her less than an hour ago. What was her problem? Never changed clothing out in the wilderness behind a tree? I dont feel comfortable. Im terribly sorry. She leaned out from the other side of the tree to look at me. No youre not. No,


A Broken Heart VIIII was in tears,A Broken Heart VIII
I used to beg.
I had a heart, That wouldn't stop beating, Stop beating broken;
Not anymore.
You turned your back, You walked away.
Thats your mistake.
I'm done losing my mind, For someone who doesn't seem to see, That I was worth the effort.
My heart was broken, And no matter how hard I tried to sew it back up, The stitches broke, And I bled again.
The wounds kept reopening, Kept getting deeper, More painful.
The tears kept falling, Falling to the ground, Falling from my red eyes, From ey
Self Image

A Side-ThoughtTo whom it may or may not concern (depending on your outlook):A Side-Thought
It's not possible, but those that feel they did the letting go can't understand that. Alone isn't hurt...it's pressure-induced suicide. After having the world, losing one's soul is something closely akin to having Hell spill through the body from the inside out. But those who do the letting go feel...like they've let Hell go. But for those that are let to fall...the losing everything isn't the hardest part. What is...is knowing that it'll always be your fault...that it will never be redeemable because all you want is what you lost...or to destroy it so nobody else can
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"jesus loves you"
"but satan gives me candy!"
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"jesus loves you"
"but satan gives me candy!"
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One day I'll be famous. Oh wait. That statement is outdated.
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Is it a death wish that causes you to speak to me?~Hiei
Every rose has it's thorn.~unkown
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.~unkown
If your glass is half empty, might i suggest a smaller glass?~my dad
Fear is 4 Prey.
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I'll be in Circle Eight. Probably in Bolgia Six or Seven.
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