In a world full of people. Of spirits. It’s so crowded and so noisy. Oh, but you know she’s there. You feel her presence. Just as she feels yours. You stand there, staring off into the distance. Searching, yearning, longing to see her. Only her. Then there. There she is. As she gracefully walks past you, her arm brushes lightly against yours. You ( Read more... )

You can e-mail me. And I could send you back 20 pages. Because I have. You could call me. And I could beg and plea and listen to you until two or three in the morning. Because I have. Oh, but it won’t do it. It just won’t cut it. I can try so hard. Because I have. Because I do. Because I already. Because I do it anyway. I can keep worrying and ( Read more... )

Walking briskly was i, as I came through the doors, and laid eyes upon you. You looked up at me, with the frown being erased by bewilderment, fascination. I clasp my journal every firmer, ever harder to my chest as the pencil slips from my fingertips, like my whispering name slipping from you lips. I feel it like a kiss, I barely hear wood hit the ( Read more... )

OH, what am I to do wtih you ( Read more... )

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Hm...I hope everyone is having a good New Year's Eve.
I got bored today and drew the Sierra Mist logo, because I'm cool like that
(  see my awesome Sierra Mist logo drawing )

I woke up this morning to what is now my daily routine. I took my medicine. That's right. Pills. Drugs. No, not THAT kind....of course, not. But it hurts. So why not call me a dope addict? I am now quite numb to this crying myself to sleep every night. I just wish I could forget you. Forget evrything. But then again, if I did, I would not have this ( Read more... )

I see people happy, and I think, "That will be me one day." I see two human beings in harmony, holding hands, and I think, " One day that will be me." I see people at the parks, on dates, laughing together, and i think, " That will be me one day." I then read life-changing storiesof how Lvoed ones have changed each other's lives, and I think, "One ( Read more... )

In the possession of trembling hands, shaking fingers, tear-filled eyes, inthe possession of a girl who has such worries and cares for the world, for friends, for family, and even for strangers that is is quite undescribable is a note written by a friend, in which the words came from ehr heart, soul, and the very intelligence of her mind. A letter ( Read more... )

Heart attack of this week ( Read more... )