What do I do to ignore them behind me ( Read more... )

So tired have paper to write dreams to die and life to pretend to live.

failing spanish how did that happen????? getting a C+ in humanities my mom is going to kill me no Olney next year for me if I keep this up!!! But how cares won't have much left anyway if I keep this up. there won't be any of me left to go to olney anyway so I guess it works out. peace out

everything locked inside keeps spilling out. I can't heal myself I can't even begin to wonder why or how or what I have come to I am not Rebekah Jacqueline Miller. She is dead she died long ago but her memories they crawl all over my skin and scar my heart with past failures and repeated mistakes. Shit who really cares anyway? Helen keeps asking me ( Read more... )

I hate writing research papers. I have written so many of them in the last couple of weeks that my brain is having an information overload. Arghhhhh!!!!!! Jeff wasn't even in class today. It figures he is gone from class alot. SOmetimes I have the weirdest dreams. Last weekend I dreamed that this evil lady was pulling out my hair bit by bit. It was ( Read more... )

MY Grandfather should be getting out of surgery soon. I hope everything went well. My dad has been really bumed since my grandpa went into the hospital. I have to go to spanish class next but I would much rather lay in the shade of a tree and feel the wind move over me. But I already have ten slips if I get anymore Peggy C. will contact my parents ( Read more... )

I went to Erin's house this weekend and it was aewsome. We didn't do much just hung out but it was enough. Enough to help me relax and remember I will not be at olney forever. ENough time to think and not worry about all the things I worry about ( Read more... )

MY grandfather is in the hospital today and it makes me think if a could not have been kinder to him when I was younger. I had a blah day and slept most of the afternoon, but I am excited because Erin Knoxers is kidnapping me and taking me to her home this weekend.

it's crazy but the words slip right through my fingers like sand on a beach and I am left standing alone in the bitter hollow that was my dreams. I sit in a world of lies and try to survive when everyone promotes another lie. How many lies does it take to fill the whole where you once were? How many times will I run from who I am, and hope against ( Read more... )