| A word on molestation... |
[26 Jun 2008|09:25pm] |
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Read this in a book, found it exemplary.
"'So much for those empathy classes and the psychological evaluation.' Mrs. Mues says, rubbing her forehead. 'And the parole board's not winning any prizes, either. This was a terrible, violent crime. They all were.' She glances at Andy, at the bottle wedged between his thighs, and pain sweeps her face. 'Why do these people keep getting out? Why aren't they sentenced to life without parole or put in a mental hospital? I don't understand this world. What's the point of obsessing over cholesterol or bike helmets or even cigarettes when the biggest threats to our children are being released back into society every day? Yes, maybe some of them have reformed, but what about the ones who haven't? Doesn't anyone realize that one touch, one time will destroy a child's life ten times faster than a pack-a-day habit?'"
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[21 Mar 2008|04:05pm] |
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Staind- Its Been A While |
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Things may have changed, and your feelings may be different, but you're still my Tam Lin.
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[22 Jan 2008|08:30pm] |
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HEATH LEDGER DIED?!
WHAT THE FUCK?
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[25 Sep 2007|07:08pm] |
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Hi, my name is Marina and I read Labyrinth fanfiction when I'm upset.
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[13 Sep 2007|02:40pm] |
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Alice In Chains - Down In A Hole |
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I have an insatiable urge to cry. Just to cry, weep, sob until I'm empty of tears. It would be such a relief, and afterward I could fall into the euphoria of sleep by way of exhaustion. But the tears wont come.
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[07 Oct 2006|05:01pm] |
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is gay an emotion? :P |
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"Is it weird that I want to have gay man sex with David Bowie?"
"No."
"Is it weird that I was seriously considering getting a sex change so that I could have gay man sex with David Bowie?"
"...Yes."
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[01 Oct 2006|08:22am] |
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Fuck you, tonsilitis, fuck you.
*shakes fist*
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| Just what I need... |
[26 Sep 2006|06:10am] |
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The dreams came back last night.
Fuck.
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[20 Sep 2006|03:53pm] |
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Dear Friends.
I do not interfere with or criticize your love life, so please, STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MINE.
Thank you,
Me
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[19 Sep 2006|02:32pm] |
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I knew that at some point, I was going to go back to the way I used to be. I knew that with each day passing I was coming closer and closer to the end of my rope. Today I reached the last fiber of that rope when I came to realize that you didn't need me anymore. For so long, so , so long, it was if I was invincible and didn't have to succumb to myself. Now its as if I'm trapped in a locked room with the devil on my shoulder.
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[16 Sep 2006|04:27pm] |
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Oh Isis, why am I doing this to myself?
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[07 Sep 2006|05:04pm] |
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I just found a CD case full of my favorite CD's that I've been missing for two years. Score.
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[03 Sep 2006|01:03pm] |
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Weirdest thing ever just happened. I woke up from a nap and sat up, and went cough-sneeze-huccup-cough-sneeze-hiccup like eight times.
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[25 Jul 2006|08:52pm] |
Hey, look at this, its me, updating my journal.
Update update update.
Where should I begin?
How about nowhere. Fuck my personal life.
Fuck that, man. Fuck that.
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[18 Jul 2006|10:11pm] |
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If the weather doesn't cool down soon, I'm moving to Alaska.
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[27 Jun 2006|10:54pm] |
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Last night I dropped a glass and it shattered on the floor. Anthony and I tried our best to clean it all up, but it was late and we were both tired. This morning, I dropped a batterey on the floor. I got down on my hands and knees, and in haste forgot caution. A peice of glass cut open my pinkie, and got lodged inside. I didnt cry, of course. [Several years ealier I had made it a personal law of mine never to cry for physical pain. I had gotten so good at keeping the tears in that I didnt even cry when I fell down the stairs and popped my shoulder out.] I walked downstairs calmly, no pounding heart in my chest, and cleaned the wound. For the first time in four years, there was no relief, no more urge, and no more need.
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[06 Feb 2006|03:50am] |
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Hey, look, its my old friend insomnia.
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[28 Jan 2006|12:30pm] |
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Whats the fastest way to get deoderent marks out of a black shirt? Color over it with a black sharpie! :D
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