beautywithanaxe

Sweet taste everbody! Right Now I am listening to "Killing Lonliness by HIM" because I am killing lonliness!!! hehehe

I know I have spoken about this before and I don't have any problem. It is just I feel alittle bit have hypocrisy on this subject between belief of both gays and christains. yup....

Wierd! I was in the same situation as you. Except mine was alittle different becaus eit was my fault that my brother hates. I was doing shit like smoking weed and stuff. He got fed up fed up and threw all my stuff out of his room at me! I couldn't get over it for along time. I stayed with other family members for along time. I thought I would never ever recover. But you know what? I am fine. I see that I don't need him and it would be great to speak with him again. When the time is right I know I will. Have faith alright?

If you truly feel this way I think you should forget about that person. Pretend he or she dos not exist much. Eventually something is just going to change with the sudden silence. The thing is he or she will think you are sensitive because you shouldn't be sorry for such things. I know that it is just a poem. However, just in case. I like th epoem because I can relate to it in my way.Well L8er

lol, yeah maybe. However, I like to get used to my mistakes. Thanx if it bugs you so much.

Actaully, I am alittle behind to ask such questions. Right now I feel embarassed and ditsy

Man, this must suck. So how did it go?

heheeheheheee well I like thier music first.HOwever, these guys grow on you (butterflys)

Dead Disco-Metric

[HP], how about we both go at the same date and time?

Honestly, it is not moving to a convincing apprehension with me. However, I agree with......

Witch Room Tanith had a found the diary by accident. In her temper, caused by her parents who yelled at her for taking the car out at night, she kicked the plastered wall and, in the process, punctured a hole big enough to see in. At first she thought the diary was an old decrepit book, but as she gently pulled it out and read the cover, which said Cynthia Bosworth’s Diary, she knew she had discovered a life on paper. As she slowly opened the diary, she began to read: Dear Diary, I’m going to write down everything that happened to me. There is no logic for the incidents I saw or felt. I’m convincing myself they are all merely hallucinations, dormant for this moment which will lead to my demise… I stared at the ceiling with thoughts running through my mind. I wondered if my life was worth something. Sure, I’m doing well in school, I feel like a robot who is being programmed into something I should be since life is so limited to what we think is right. I sat up on my bed to take my eyes off the ceiling and my thoughts, and when I looked around my room, I saw a teddy-bear. There was nothing un-ordinary about it, but it made me wonder where it had come from. It wasn’t mine and I hadn’t owned a doll since I was a child. I would have called out to my brother but he was in the hospital and anyway I knew it wasn't his. Then I thought of my dad who must have placed the teddy-bear in my room for decorative reasons to show that I was still his little girl. I wished he hadn’t because there seemed to be an evil vibe that radiated from it, it opened up recess doors of nightmares as I imagined demonic giants roaming the world to create terror, famine and disease in our already decaying civilization. I knew it wasn't looking at me directly, but I couldn’t help to shake off the feeling that it was still staring at me with its sewn on button eyes which seemed to be occupied by something alive, as if it were waiting for a hidden opportunity to show its inner-self. I dug into the drawer next to my bed and found a pair of scissors. I snipped them open, preparing myself to cut off its head to kill it. It’s a stupid thought, I know, but it made sense to me back then even though I knew I would be left with two inanimate pieces: the head and the body. When I realized this, I ignored my simple goal and went to bed. I don’t know how long I’ve slept. It could have been hours or minutes. Either way, I was tired and wide awake. Don’t ask how diary because I don’t know or, as of matter of fact, care. I was about to be happy when I noticed the teddy-bear. It somehow drained my happiness and was replaced with depression and misery. It looked at me directly and, I’m not sure about this, it was smiling. “What are you smiling about?” I said. “There’s nothing funny. I’ll cut your head off if you don’t stop smiling.” I walked towards it with my scissors. If I could just kill it, I wouldn’t hurt anymore. I’d be left alone with serenity throughout my life. “Cynthia.” It was a voice I hadn’t heard in a long time. I spun around and saw my brother, Darwin, in my bed with the IV hooked up to him. How could the doctors hurt him by inserting a needle into his hand? “Darwin?” I answered. “Why hadn’t you visited me?” “I was too busy with school and work.” “Oh, okay. Can you keep doing that?” “No, I’m going to see you very soon. I miss you.” “Don’t. I don’t want to see you yet. We’ll see each other soon anyways. Just don’t give up.” “Don’t visit me yet. Not when your so busy.” “It’s okay. All of that doesn’t matter.” “Please…” I closed my eyes and ignored him. I can still remember his sad and sincere plea, it hooked onto my heart and I didn’t listen to what he had to say… Tanith put the diary down on her dresser and rested on her bed. She began to wonder if life was worth living instead of living for it. Then she decided it was. Life was more than a burden of regrets and disappointments; it was what we will see beyond the corner of our turning points in life. Good and bad, they’re the same, there are no differences. With this, Tanith was able to sleep towards the next day. *** Her brother was dead and Cynthia couldn't stand his missing presence. The nurses did further testing on him and discovered a tumor. During the operation to remove his tumor, they had made one single mistake and he was gone at an instant. Cynthia had never visited him when he was still alive, even when her mother told her to take his teddy-bear to the hospital because he wanted to see them both together. Her conscious was heavy in despair as she thought of how much discomfort he must have had without his teddy-bear. Therefore she slit her wrists with the teddy-bear in her arms. ~The End~ by someone I love so much...... I just wanted to know if you know what he meant or what are your comments. yup

I guess I should go see help. However, I am afraid to go. I am finally convinced. I would go with someone but, no one in town is here that I trust the most. I am very scared. Scared half to death.

Well, My friend and family member think I have this promblem that I am happy and optimistic then the next moment I am all quiet, sad and don't want people to talk to me.My friend told me it was common and said what it was called but, I forget. Anyways, They said I should go to a doctor or some physcolocial help before it gets worse and out of control and I can't bring myself to go? what should I do?

Dude ! Being thirrty isn't that bad. Really? HAppy Birthday.... and yeah.... (internet hug) ok ok now I am more absurd than ever