How could you live up to someone like that? How could you stand the glare Of the constant sunlight blinding Taking up everything And leaving room for none I can't believe she was me She is so beautiful Even I can't live up to that Even I am blinded in her light My skin does not glow so anymore<B
What does it mean to feel this way? How much of it has to do with the fear of rejection Because I can't accept the word no So I attach myself to inanimate objects That fuck me over 10 million, 20 million and a life time Worse than being alone. But now I have to be alone And a drug
Lol. Okay Philomedy... Whatever you want. If you so desire to be least unread, I most definitely will humbly give you the award at the end of five articles' time! ~
Lol! So much for that title. I never get replies, therefore I assumed I went unread. Of course the title of this blog is inviting, I guess... I won't relinquish my title for at least five more articles, and if they don't get any replies, then I won't give it up, and if they DO, then Philomedy, you can have the award Thanks, Sarah! ~Anne
Lol, I have to laugh at my title. I have decided today that I am JoeUser's least-read blogger, and I've also decided that that deserves some sort of recognition, so there it is! Were this a prestigious award, my acceptance speech would go something like: "dear non-friends and non-enemies who have awarded me with the distinguished title of '
Unfolding enveloping missiles of soul Recall senses sadly Mirage like soft blue like lanterns below To light the way gladly Whether whistling heaven's clouds disappear Where the wind withers memory Whether whiteness whisks soft shadows away Feel flows (White hot glistening shadowy flows) Feel goes (Black hot glistening shadowy flows)
A friend of mine and I are talking right now. I am near tears. I can't really explain it. I'm being ridiculously honest with him. He's liked me forever. I don't know what my problem is. I guess I am just reaching out, and wanting to, but not knowing how. Well, it's late, I'm sure everyone is tired... ~
I realized tonight that the Beach Boys are a great stoner band. I mean, they just sound so great when you're baked... Particularily the song "Free Flows". I am so serious, nothing has sounded better to my ears while stoned before, except for maybe the really hard industrial beats on that DJ Irene CD when it sounds like a freight train. That blows my mind, too. <BR
Lol that was highly hilarious
I miss Wesley sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo very much. Soooooo incredibly much! Just had to remark on that. Wherever you are, Wesley, I miss you!
Were you ever scared for me? Were you ever concerned for my safety, did you think the worst? Did you ever see the downward decline Had you a clue I was falling? Were you confident in my ability to pull my self out of my filth Were you confident I would shower it off me Like a rape victim showers, like I did that one time Did you want to
Wow, you seem very intelligent. I enjoyed reading this post.
I really liked where your article is coming from. While I was reading it, I felt very compassionate and kindly, even though I disagreed with the thoughts that you had. It's good, it's something agreable even when we disagree. ~A
My sister has a pit bull puppy. She is not mean at all, a little hyperactive, but nice, and ridiculously dumb. Of course, dogs have personalities, too, so it's different with every single dog, right? ~Anne
My little bro Charlie is a crank head and I am heart broken. I loved this kid like my own brother, like a best friend, closer than kin. I am literally heart broken. When someone told me what he's on right now my heart just literally smashed into a million and one pieces, and I just want to cry. It makes me feel depressed . It's despicable. I rem
Smoking: the Dope. Do people find that offensive? I mean, I wish I knew when people find smoking weed offensive, then I would be able to fucking aviod them. I totally would never make friends with someone who thinks smoking weed is "bad". I don't even care to meet them, or like them. I guess that means I won't mind being unpopular, huh! I'd way rather just ha
I think that surroundings are essential to all important activities in life. I was looking around outside when I was smoking tonight and everything was visually perfect. They looked just the way they were supposed to at night in the dark in the cold in a little nook between brick buildings. The trees huge and old and the sky a cloudy gray brightened by the s
So in the midst of smoking a oney the horrid fear swept into my vulnerable mind that I'd pretty much "turned into" my ex boyfriend, you know, picking up his bad habits and good habits and pretty much doing with myself what he did, and i was like shit no! And then I began to look about me freakishly and realized, WHAT THE FUCK WAS I THINKING! I mean, seriously
I just got back to Morris from fall break. It was a good weekend home, except my room smells like burned hair even though I didn't burn mine this time. its coming from outside :x I got stoned like HELL this weekend, specially last night before Mandi's car DIED and we had to walk in very cool weather at night stoned as hell and avoid all cars but her
I remembered it suddenly as I came to check and see if anyone posted on this page "Sometime Love Just Ain't Enough" Patti Smyth and Don Henly! Lol ~Anne
I can't remember the lyrics at ALL!! That's why it's so terrible and vague for me... I am pretty sure that it was a duet with a big guy singer of the time and big girl singer of the time. So vague but I just need to know!!!!!
I'm trying hard to remember the title and/or lyrics and/or artist to a song that came out in the late eighties or early nineties. It's sort of a love song, and I think it's a duet... Pretty much all I can remember is that the chorus has something to do with love, and it's about people who might not be in love, or maybe they are, but they're lying and spying a
Oh for fucks sakes, making fun of people for their sexual orientation is so freaking mature. Don't bother calling me immature, I know I'm a lot less mature than many people, but I don't attack people because they're homosexual. In fact, it's true that people that go about making fun of other people and bullying are truly unhappy with themselves. Either that or they had fucked up parents... Either way, if Maxwell has been making person
It's gushing time!! I don't write too many of these blogs, I suppose since I don't feel this way all too often anymore!! But here it is anyway, a description of the new boy in my life: Okay so he's in my human sexuality class and he sits in front of me. I never noticed him until probably three or four weeks ago, and the instant I glimpsed him, I thou
I am progressing. I am moving through past hurts slowly, but I am still moving, and progressing, and accomplishing. I have finally gotten some real closure with the BIG issue in my heart and mind, the thing that took up most of my thoughts, the thing that most affected me. I'm finally able to love again, finally able to date again, finall
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