This is me...

Little girls are playing with porcelain dolls. One of the girls has long, blond hair, nearing her anorexic waist. The other of the girls has short, black hair, not even coming close to a skinny body that the bulimic model had. These girls, mildly sweet and psychotic at the same time, don't realize that the dolls they are playing ( Read more... )

Whenever he calls, I pretend to be asleep...

...I would rather just play dead...

This is me being sarcastic. This is me rolling my eyes and laughing. Why? I don't fucking know. I don't even know why I am writing things here as opposed to a journal where other people can hear my thoughts, troubles, problems, and all that fucking jazz. I guess I just didn't feel like posting there tonight. There are times where I don't want ( Read more... )

Once again, this entry and everything that I have to say today, has nothing to do with Her. She is not going to have a voice. It is null and void and she has been suppressed. Right now, my worries and concerns are all about me. Nothing else. Nobody else. This has to do with me. My pitiful actions, and my future repercussions and ( Read more... )

White ( Read more... )

Shh...I don't want you to fucking speak. I don't want you to even mention that you are fucking here. That you even fucking exist. I don't always have to be fragile. It's not always you that speaks your fucking mind. I have a mind to speak too. I fucking have a voice. Coherent it may not be entirely...but I have things that I need to say. ( Read more... )

I cheated on Jon last night.

And I don't feel bad about it....

Not really.

Some people would expect it to be a nightmare...but to me, it was a dream...I was relieved.

He told me he cheated on me. Over the phone. He slipped up. Originally he said that the zit-faced asian bitch tried to kiss him and he pulled away. But then, he said he kissed her again. Not that she tried to kiss him again, but that he kissed her ( Read more... )

She sits there. Spitting glass between the crevices of her teeth. The sound is awful. Horrible. Grinding and biting with a malicious smile played out delicately on her plastic face. I am scared to look. I am scared not to look. Her eyes are bloodshot and she won't stop staring at me. Into me. More chiseled shards fly out from her bloody ( Read more... )

My life has been stolen from me.

Meow.

I tricked it into thinking it was going into a new life. I lied to life. I lied to my life.

Meoooooow.

Unhappiness has been upon me. I dread existence. I fear walking out the front door.

Beauty is not only in the eye of the beholder.
Beauty is not only skin deep.
Beauty is relevant.

Meow. Meow ( Read more... )