I know people think that this is silly...I mean, I am just taking my kitty to the Vet, why should I be so worried that they are going to find something wrong with her? Well...look at how precious she is:

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Her finger pressed against the gray mute button in calm surrender. She smiled happily as the systematic voices fell away from the television and her mind relaxed away from the frenzied tensions of the day. She closed her eyes for a moment as she lifted the cold glass of cranberry juice to her lips, sucking down the tart nectar as though she hadn' ( Read more... )

There is part of me that is truly evil. I don't think this, naturally. However, I think that my mother does. When I am having difficulties at home, I tend to tell my mother my issues. This is a problem that many girls have. We trust our mothers and they tend to make us feel better about our lives and our choices. This is not true in the case ( Read more... )

He was there again. However, this time it was a mixture of spirits. It was Jason. But, it was Mark at the same time. One moment, he resembled the physical features of the monster that I loved, and other times he looked like the hideous creature I grew up loving. He was there. He plagues me. We were in Mammoth. Everything always tends to ( Read more... )

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People are lying to me. My family is lying to me. My father's family is lying to me. I have been put in the middle of everything. The sinewy strings are being tightened and pulled - contorted and manipulated - there is something wrong. I can feel that. There is someone lying. There is someone amazingly hurt. And, then, there is someone that ( Read more... )

I keep dreaming about him. I don't know why. It's not as though I think about him during my waking hours. But, he haunts me at night. He is always there. It never fails. On nights where I don't dream about him, my sleep is restless. It's very strange. One would think that dreaming about a monster - a psychopath - would cause one to wake up ( Read more... )

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I think my father might be homophobic. I mean, I don't talk to him all that much and I rarely see him...ever...but, I think that some of the things that he says when I do see him, lend me to believe that he might have a major problem with homosexuals ( Read more... )

I act tough. I try to at least. I try to walk around with my head held high and strong. I act like a lot of things don't phase me. That everything is savvy. That I am golden. When Mark leaves me and night to go to work, I act like I don't care and that nothing is going to terrify or scare me. However, on nights like tonight, that couldn't be ( Read more... )