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if you're bored...
you can check out these sites: vids & games my myspace page games to play if you're really that bored my facebook profile Foamy! Adrey's music page that's about it for now. I'll be adding more links later How well do you think you know me? My Love... The Colors of the Rainbow {© 2004}
Red is the color of blood That flows from my neck Orange is the color of fire That melts away my flesh Yellow is the color of bees That sting and send poison through my veins Green is the color of sickness That rests in my stomach Blue is the color of pain and sorrow That has caused me to do this Purple is the color of the flower That lies on my grave And black is the color of death That has slowly crept upon me Monkey's poem {© 2004}
And now you come to join the wonders of my life. So welcome, welcome all. Enter that which is my hell. That which is my life still unlived. Welcome to this the pain that keeps me alive. Welcome to my broken heart, a result of many relationships passed. And to this curse, I am forced to live. To my loneliness which has come from being forced to go. Welcome to this ... as I leave. Welcome now, to my suicide. Life and Love {© 2004}
Life and love alike are similar to flowers. Like a rose. Flowers are born, they bloom, they wilt and they die. That's exactly how life and love work. They are born, bloom, wilt and die and in that time frame we go through so much shit, a herd of cattle could not match it. Love/Hate {© 2004}
There is a very thin line between love and hate. You don't realize just how thin that line is until you are standing over it; half of you on the side of love and the other half on the side of hate. It is a really confusing time and it's not easy to deal with. All you can do is hope that the time passes quickly. | reluctant thoughts Thursday. 9.20.07 7:52 am I only got four hours of sleep again last night, only this time I was awoken to something quite unpleasant as opposed to yesterday simply waking on my own ... just at a fairly early hour. The tears aren't coming anymore. Either because my eyes are just too dry or because I'm not allowing them to flow. I haven't been able to cry in a month so I had a good solid half hour of tear flow. Unfortunately, my mom and sister were awake so both of them saw. I know my sister doesn't care, but I don't want my mom to have to see it. There's nothing I can do. I can't simply shut a door like the rest of them. I have no privacy. I'm reluctantly thinking that maybe I shouldn't have left Tucson. I'd be able to cry every week or every day if I wanted. I wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing against my will. I could cry as long and hard as I wanted to. Here, I can't. I can't do anything here. But if I were in Tucson, I'd still be working the same job that I hated. I'd still be dealing with the complete lack of opportunity to get my license {and even though it seems to not be happening here either, the opportunity is still there.} I'd have friends, but I'd still be alone most of the time. I can't win. Its almost like I'm not supposed to be happy. Every time I'm excited or looking forward to something, something else happens to kill my mood. I wish ... I just wish. 2 Comments. One good thing about having bangs like mine.... people can't immediately tell if I'm crying. No privacy at all? Could you use the bathroom or a closet to be alone....? » randomjunk on 2007-09-20 08:46:52 Thanks. It says "it's all about me- deal with it". » randomjunk on 2007-09-20 09:22:22
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