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Chained to a broken lock, locked in a wooden cage. The monster ate half the key and handed me a lighter. What would you do?
- Member since
- May 30th, 2009
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- Nov 8th, 2009
About Me
Hello. I'm that girl who sits in a corner, trying not to be noticed. That lonely soul that submerges herself in books to drown out the pain. That feeble light that other people walk all over. That sorry life who hides it all. Keeps her opinions to herself for fear of hurting people, doesn't speak out about things that matter, wishes she could just blend in with the scenery. I'm like that in everyday life. But on here...? I can be myself.
Newest Creations
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| stories |
CARNage Pt. 1 |
0.00 |
| poems |
My Song |
4.00 |
| poems |
Your War |
4.50 |
| poems |
My Reminder |
5.00 |
| poems |
Dear Heroes |
5.00 |
Friends
Latest Journal Entry
November 8, 2009
Oh, you don’t like me? That’s so sad. There’s a pity party at the I-Don’t-Give-A-Flying-Fuck-Emporium on Who-Gives-A-Shit-Lane.
Hm… I’m going to be a forty year old virgin. I’m a stuck-up bitch. I should shut the fuck up. I’m an idiot. I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m sooo eighth grade.You’re the only one who tries. You’re the only one who understands. You’re so brilliant. You know it all. You’re so funny. You’re such a wonderful person. I wish I could be just like you when I finally learn to grow up.
Ha! You are funny! I’ve been trying for as long as we’ve been friends. The thing is, you don’t care. I don’t tell you everything. I’ve always lied to you. I can’t trust you. Who could blame me? I try to talk to you about things and then you have to go on a whole fucking rant about how terrible you have it! I’m sick of being yelled at. I’m sick of being put down. You. Have. No. Clue. I wish I could tell you exactly what I think. Not the bad either. When I was talking to you. When I wanted to help. I had to hold my tongue because I couldn’t tell you the truth, I had to tell you what you wanted to hear. And the one time I’m honest with you, trying to help, trying to play off the negative, you rip me apart!
“___ calls me a slut sometimes…” my reply; “You’re not a slut. You’re just a little too upfront about sex. Try not to talk about it as much.” And you yelled at me! Then you said “sorry” like that would fix it. “We’re being honest with each other today, huh?” that’s what you said after. That meant you thought everything you said about me was true…. Do you know how hurt I was? I don't deserve that. I've put up with it long enough. I'm done.
This is just the reason that involves me. There's a whole other problem I have with the way you treat others.
Use them. Get what you want. Who cares if they get hurt? You're happy. Right?
Help them. Push them. Manipulate them. Control thier lives bacause you have no control over your's.
Sound like someone familiar? Ha, you might figure it out if you think long enough.
Peace, love.
Twisted nightmares.

