Me: I'm overreacting. _____ is not a threat. _____ is not a threat.
AmonaRosada: of course I'm not :)
AmonaRosada: you know me :)
AmonaRosada: lol i'll shut up before you kill me
Me: Alright. Complete bitch _____ with her head stuck up her ass who wants my boyfriend is not a threat. Better?
AmonaRosada: yes. :D

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I hate days like this.

As if I wasn't having a horrible day already...I don't think he realizes that some of those comments...they hurt. A lot. So I'm sitting here, doing all that I can not to start crying...

I can't do this

As she stands in the shower, letting the water fall over her body, she makes a split second decision. She bends over at the waist, sticks the two fingers - pointer and middle, always the right hand - down her throat and gags herself until the small amount of food she has consumed in the last few hours eventually comes up. She feels her glands begin ( Read more... )

TELL ME, DID YOU SAIL ACROSS THE SUN? did moonbeams glitter in your hair while you wept from the beauty we were never meant to see? are you daydreaming of nighttime, when darkness secures everything in it's own place, and blankets us all into our sleep, where we are lulled into nothingness. and i don't know about you, but i'm sighing, and thinking ( Read more... )

Would you like to come out and play ( Read more... )

She looked into the mirror and found a stranger staring back at her. Empty eyes, devoid of color, light, and emotion. Devoid of everything. She could see straight into the barren well of nothingness she had become. But she couldn't feel it. The darkness, the emptiness, had all become a part of her, deeply entrenched in what was left of her restless ( Read more... )

Running keeps me alert and aware. Keeps me alive. With each defining pound upon the asphalt comes a fresh wave of meaning, a touch of reality, a reminder that I am here I am in control this is my life these are my emotions ( Read more... )

he whispers on my skin ( Read more... )

When I walk down the streets, I wonder what other people think of me. I don't care, I just wonder. Do they see the me with the inquisitve eyes? Or do they see the me hiding behind my hair? Do they see the girl with the round face and the imperfect skin? Or do they see the girl who loves to laugh ( Read more... )

8 minutes, 8 letters, do you think it's a coincedence ( Read more... )