Hallmark Card Crap

May 17, 2008 at 7:21 pm (Happy.)

You Can Count On Me
To Be There
Whenever I’m Needed.
No Matter Where Our Seperate Paths May Lead.
You’ll Always Be Close.
Never More Than
A Thought, A Prayer, A Heartbeat Away.

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The Monster Within…

May 16, 2008 at 1:54 am (Knight.)

You have me. I’m twirled around your sick finger. I’m so caught up, fading, dying. I’m losing control of you. I used to feel you every so often but now its everyday. You’re an addiction gone wrong. I’m your puppet on a string. It pleases you. My stomach flipping and knotting. My tears a continual flow and my mind constantly wanting what I can’t have. Give a little, take a little. Truely. How much of me being near selfless added up? How come they get it when they hardly try and I’m thinking about it every wking moment of my life? Because of you I don’t want what I have and thrive on things I think I want. You making something wrong with me. You are my issue. You make me stay up late and give me nightmares whenever I actually do sleep. I dream of my loved ones being happy forever leaving me behind. You make me hate living. You make me want to leave them,  not tell them whats wrong with me. As people love me you invade me, filling me, making me a totally new person, in a fuked up way. How can I learn to love someone if I have you attached to my hip? Or me attached to your’s?  Its ore like me being handcuffed to you. Where the hell is the key? I want to be gone of you. Who wouldn’t want to me? I’ve accepted you. I know we’re handcuffed together. I know you’re buried under my skin, itching to escape, to take total control. I want to tell her. I want to tell her I feel you. I want to tell her, you embrace me whenever I hear about what she has done.

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Rag Doll Child

May 8, 2008 at 10:15 pm (Typical Emoness.)

I’m shaking in my body. Losing, fading. I’m losing touch of who I used to be before everything started to happen. Before all the hate… before all the jealousy… before all the stress… before trying to “become mature”… before I started to care what people thought of me. I’m losing touch of the girl found joy out of the single most spectacular moments of life. How can that sweet girl turn into a dark girl that wishes to kill all who touch her. Beheads anyone who attempts to make it over her wall. A wall so thick and tall that nose bleeds are out of control. I’m tired of not knowing who I am and not knowing the difference I make in peoples’ lives. It is too hard for someone to say that want me to be love me and want me to be happy, wholeheartedly, with no strings attatched. I feel so ungrateful. I’ve had so many great things in my life and yet I bitch about everything. I bitch that I’m losing my last pillar of strength to some kid and how many people attempt to become a sanity keeper of mine but I can’t allow that. If something happens… I’d be torn apart. Torn to bits like rag doll remains that some kids thought it was funny to give to the damn dog. They say they won’t but nothing written in stone. How many times must a someone’s heart break before a callus forms? Just grow used to it, instead of bleeding to the point of crimson tiles. Is it truely impossible to live without not being in love? Maybe I’ll never love someone like people love on movies all fake and plastic. To be alone for the rest of my godforsaken life. I have so many things I can’t tell them because I don’t want her to hate me. I hate that I have to live my life thinking that and not telling her anything. I hate if I actually do tell her then I get my ass kicked. I hate that I have no reason to be shitting feeling because nothing bad has happened to me. I hate that I don’t have the guts to tell someone how I really feel without regretting it. I hate that everyone else has someone they can “depend” on and mine doesn’t even realize how much she really means to me. What the fuck is wrong with me? I know something is wrong with me… I’ve admitted that there is. Now where the hell is my help?

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Sickingly Morbid.

May 3, 2008 at 7:38 am (Typical Emoness.)

So much. How much more can I handle? Isn’t there like a limit? When did the world become too much for the man with the globe on his back? Did he ever break his back? I need to know these things. These are the sort of things every day people need to know. Does stress weigh anything?

I hit an epiphany tonight that maybe good guys do finish last…

Maybe, the glass that was shattered on the counter, splattered with alcohol and made by accident was a sign that tonight was the night that I was to remember. That it would be my third date. That it was a continuation of Febuary 5th & Decemeber 15th. I have no right to though. People go through worst and here I am with imaginary stress problems. Problems that alot of regular-everyday people go through. And yet I think I’m special enough to not do it.

Its hard when you have family problems. But its also hard when you have friend problems too. And its hell when you have both at the same time.

My cousin got caught with drugs, got taken out of school, grounded for life, and is getting her GED. Like its a bad thing. But then to top it all off she suddenly decides she wants to get an empancipation. WTF is she thinking. Like it will solve everything. She’s going to move in with a bunch of hoodlums and get arrested or worst. She used to be the smart one… now the tables are turned. I’m the clean one. The one destined for the a life of good clean fun. Now, I don’t wanna die without scars, but I don’t wanna walk down a path that can make me lose 5 years of my life every hour I walk down it.

I’m on vacation and suddenly I’m tossed between a civil war between my sisters. Shawna [name changed] is pissed off at Abigail [another name change] because this vacation didn’t turn out the way she wanted it to. We’re in D.C. and theres a shit load of historical things and Shawna doesn’t like historical things. We’re [me included] is here for the soul purpose to visit Abigail. To have fun and such. I have had my first offical drink of alcohol. Blue “Hurricane” Baricadi. Tiz good. It makes my throat sticky but thats okay. It was fun. Tonight I felt like I needed some. So I went on my own insentive and poured myself some. I had one glass. I think that woill be fine. But tonight [May 2nd/3rd] Shawna decided that Abigail was being a bitch to her. Out of no where. WTF am i supposed to do about it? I want to say “Hey Abigail, stop pissing Shawna off” or I could say “Shawna. Shut the fuck up.” I wish I could. I have a soul. Dammit.

Then my friends. I love my friends. They keep my sane. They make me want to leap for joy. I would take bullets for these people. How the hell do they keep up with me? How the hell do they manage not to get pissed off or annoyed at the sight of me? Everytime I see them the sun becomes somewhat brighter and my heart skips a beat.

But when something goes wrong between Nina and Serenity, I have to be the one in the middle. Its never me vs. Nina or Me vs. Serenity. [Yet again, another name change... notice the pattern?] I almost hate this. Yet I don’t at the same time. I don’t argue with them because it hits me that if I say something wrong then they have the ability to leave at any given moment. I can’t do that. I wish I could. But I dove head first into the water and is stuck, surviving on air bubbles [like the old sega sonic game]. I love it. My whole being thrives on these people.

Nina is getting to the point of our friendship where she finds she can joke around. For the most part, this excites me. We’re getting used to our skin coming in contact with each other. I like that. But now she feels as if she can hit me where I find sensitive. But she doesn’t know that… Should I tell her? Should I tell her that I really do try at getting the grades I get? I like my B’s. I really do. I’m an A B kinda gal. But i’m also a lets-take-average-classes-because-advanced-classes-will-break-your-bones. So I try to stay away from the whole bone breaking. They [Nina & Serenity] frown upon the average classes.

Serenity. God shes really something. She’s always there. She’s an amazing person. She’s gorgeous, smart, mean, and thats exactly what I need. But when her heart longs for another and her life line depends on it… I have an issue. I get liking someone. Hell i’ve likes the same guy for almost 6 years. I’M FUKIN 17! Somethings wrong with me. But… she’s liked this guy for quite a while [since November at least]. She’s all wrapped up. She’s constantly with him. And I hate it. Yeah I’m a jealous sort of person and I accept this. [1st step to solving a problem is to admit to having a problem right?]. But is it wrong to just want a best friend? I don’t want the zombie remains. I want full frontal, there-in-the face best friend that if we shared blood type or had like O or AB or whichever blood was the ultimate donor would help with a blood transfution. I’m expecting too much. And I’m grateful for what I have. I love her.

And then there are the stupid ones. The prototype, sterotypicial whores that go around wrapping their legs around anyone they can. And not litterally sadly. From my knowledge [at which i'm probably wrong because its me] for the most part, some of them are virgins, and like… one isn’t. They seriously think that if they don’t have a boyfriend the world will get hit by some ginormous atom bomb and die. Yeah, lets live in the moment, have fun, meet new people, be players. But theres a difference between having fun and making your life out of it. It should be a law, written down and everything, you can’t say I Love You under six months and truely mean it. Six months for a teenager is really something. I shitload can happen in six months. Over night even, but six months, phew. Lucky to be alive in six months. I don’t know these people, because they bore me with the same drama over and over again. Now it would be one thing to like get shot in the face and live then to get a rumor spread that you have a slight chance of having syphalis. O Wow! Syphalis eh? Last week I had Mad Cow Disease. Heeee. Damn bitches never know when to give up. They must always have an arm decoration and enertainment. Maybe this week we can have a pregnancy scare then the following week discover that the baby might not be my boyfriends. Hell I’m the virgin Mary. God fuked me over. Six months. Is that really too much to ask?

Then theres April. April, back in the day, used to be one spectacular girl. She was my sanity keeper. The ulimate one. If I didn’t know better, I would have shot someone for her. But when my mom decides to up and leave, taking me with her, a river starts to form. A river that would carve into the earth and eventually make a canyon. I was sent into a world the sun seemed to never shine and there was constant thunder storms. Today I realize years that I had her was just a time user. Yeah, I wouldn’t be who I am without her. But she turned out to be a 2month-I-love-you kind a person. And I HATE that. Maybe one day I’ll be that way and become far more hypocritical then I am now. But for now. I’m shouting across the grand canyon, wasting air, wasting my life, and time trying to get her attention. I’m trying. I really am. My arms are getting tired. I’m done waving and shouting and crying and such. She’ll miss me.

Okay so now that my friends and family problems are out, I should continue. I have school problems too. hahahahaha. You know you love to hear me vent. WTF is this site for anyways. Venting duh. Maybe it should be called Ventpress.com fuk if i know.

I hate having two math classes and a science. Band is just gay. So the whole day is for shit. Nina, Serenity, and [the newest member of the list] Damian. Heee, its great how much that name goes with him. He’s sweet and cuddley on the outside but hes sickingly morbid on the inside. But hes great. But anyways…. Yeah I have straight B’s, with one A… in band. How sick is that? My lunch buddy has been out; she lost her father, almost two weeks ago and hasn’t returned. Chem and Algebra sucks without her. Is it greedy to want her to come to school to give her a hug? We exchanged papers and we’d copy off each other. But since she’s been gone… things just havent been the same. I didn’t realize how much I liked her being in my presense until she was gone for a week sometime in like… January or something. Now she’s gone and I’m gone and I havent seen her. Chem is super hard. He gives me the fukin answers and stuff and yet I cant get it. Alegbra is sort-ish easy. I get math easy but I’m not good at it… if that makes any sense at all. [Use your imagination and try to understand]. I’m doing geometry too. Your supposed to do geometry first, but no, i’m doing both at the damn same time. I just want to be done with school. After high school, i’m going to college for 4 years to get a litterature and teaching degree. [I've come to a conclusion that I wanna do high school kids. How much fun would it be to pick on high school kids XD]. But i have to survive high school first. How the hell am I supposed to have the will strength to do this? I don’t understand. Is this like a sign?

I have personal issues that run through and through and no matter who is there, what anyone says, anything i or anyone else does… it’ll always remain that way.

The epiphany is that: I am alone in this world. Alone in my not-depressed-and-yet-crazily-fuked-up world.

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