| Writer's Block: LJ Comments |
[20 Jun 2008|06:09pm] |
I receive because I am a selfish person. I also have the tendency to say things in a comment that other people might take offensively, because of the way that I phrased said comment.
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| Writer's Block: Define Cheater |
[23 Apr 2008|02:51pm] |
Actual penetration of an orifice. Even a hand in a cupped position. Kissing is really not that bad. It's just a kiss, and it doesn't have to lead anywhere. Kisses are innocent. And are widely not considered as a sin (according to religions and such, but that's not what this is about). Kissing happens usually before the sex part.
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| Writer's Block: Family Matters |
[06 Apr 2008|12:56pm] |
I believe I'm the rebel child in my family. I'm Bipolar 1 and it's been a huge problem all through my teenage years. When I was fourteen, I was hospitalized for my mania because I had run away and was drinking. The doctors at the ER recommended me listing into Dominion Hospital, which was a brick building with white walls. When I was there, a doctor had offended me severely, and in turn I had a fit. He diagnosed me as being Bipolar, but all of my other therapists and psychiatrists after that had disagreed.
Needless to say, my mood disorder has really caused some severe chasms in my family. I've been the selfish middle child, feeling as if I hadn't had the same attention as my older and little sister. First child is the brilliant, perfect one (even though she's close to being a sociopath and has the utmost anti-social characteristics) and my little sister is the baby (even though she's an uppity bitch who's spoiled and finicky as an old woman).
I guess I've just felt neglected in the past. Now, I'm medicated and stable and living on my own, and I've managed to look at my old memories and laugh at how ridiculous I was for a daughter.
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| Edgar Allen Poe |
[15 Mar 2008|03:41pm] |
"Those who dream by day are aware of many things that escape those who dream only by night."
This quote by Edgar Allen Poe was written on a poster hung on a wall in my High School creative writing class. The words haven't necessarily brought me luck in writing, but it's always boosted my confidence.
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[03 Jul 2007|09:03pm] |
my words my rhyme don't correlate with a signature time and we find my fabrications definite, but not all concluded when made under delusions of the characters from now that we all can't tell we continue to fall below the belt of society's norms set up to be uniform and looked down upon when not the same as the images they frame as "beauty" and "strength" when really, in depth they lead the same lives and continues flaws with dirty paws and deception built over the bridge of conteporary conception i find my obsessions to be from the worship of possessions so my words flow freely but are not the same when i hold no fame and i'm simply another teenager girl with art as my lover at best i can be biased by the many choices i make and opinions i fake as the world i face leaves no trace of love so i deny life as beautiful but degrading and dutiful by mind is set on instinct to eat, drink, fuck, sleep therefore hating myself too much to weep or let anyone know the real me because even i am at a loss of understanding that complex mystery of an individual against society
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| ooh lala |
[06 Jun 2007|07:00pm] |
[handful] soma + hydrocodone + ganja = wobbly legs, blurred vision, and a sense of shameless joy.
last night was strange, and at the same time, very, very awesome. but in a bizarre way. [nix the details, always] i kinda feel like it was a dream. i'm feeling a good serving of denial with what happened. the possibility of it not being worth it comes to mind. [beside the actual consumption of mind altering love]
i think that's my new favorite concoction.
june 6th, 2004
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[04 May 2007|09:49am] |
I'm in like with a boy who just turned sixteen about a week ago. I'm eighteen. Wtf.
We're sorta dating, and he's an absolute cutie.
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[18 Nov 2003|10:55pm] |
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SUCK IT.
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