The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very LowLevel 2 (Lustful)HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very HighLevel 6 - The City ( Read more... )

Why does everyone feel like my enemy ( Read more... )

I'm terrified, I don't know why. I just suddenly got this feeling of dread, and I can't explain it. And I'm still alone, and I'm still scared, and I'm just wanting to run but where? I may ride out to Jamie's today, if I think I can survive it. But I have to work. :( I cant, I wish I had a car, I wish I had my Jamie-kin, I wish I had my Roane. I ( Read more... )

I'm lost, floating, merging onto the super highway of students in the hallway and letting the flow carry me to wherever I land, like a lone, lost dandelion seed. Though I dont feel I can grow at the moment, I just feel like I'm dying. I dont know why...just today, I'm sad, lost, alone, scared. Sari alone, no good. I miss Jamie. No matter what, she ( Read more... )

Yesterday flat-out sucked. 'Nuff said, it just sucked. Kinda impressed people at work though, because Kerry, our store manager, was there, and he had me getting food and training this new girl at the hand-out window. He, while I'm trying to get her food lined up for her, decides to do it himself without telling either one of us, and completely ( Read more... )

I told my friend Maria how Roane read to me a bit from "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe last night, and she say's he's approved; he can date me now. :)

I went home yesterday. I hate that place. I hate the people in it, I hate everything it stands for. I hate the fact that every single fucking time I leave, I have to go back there. I wont be there much longer...but I dont know where else to go. I dont have anywhere else to go, but if I have to live out on the streets for a while, I can. I've done ( Read more... )

As this tale's been handed down through memories rooted deep within us all...the truth becomes reality and the memories come back...

In the years around 1058 AD in parts of Ireland, the peoples were separated by clans and kinsman and such. Yet all had it's own separate peace and kept to oneself within the clans; hunting, gathering, living, now I' ( Read more... )

As if spending the day in Detroit babysitting freshman and 8th graders wasn't bad enough, a have two very familiar people back in my life. Blah. Blah. Blah. What wonderful fucking fun. I'm hoping I'm going to come out of this one breathing ( Read more... )

It is about quarter after eleven, Monday night. I’m writing this sitting on my bed holding the tears back after a) just being dropped off by Jamie and Pickle and Ross and b) just being told to take my stuff and leave by my mother. *sigh* Such drama. I’m writing this now because I realize that I’m not going to be in school long enough tomorrow to ( Read more... )