I feel like I wouldn't like me if I met me.

So I like Tegan and Sara a lot.

My journal entries have been so so short lately.

I wish I could just leave everything where it is and never look at anything again and I could paint and draw and listen to music and sing and be with people I love all day forever.

Dear Ashly,


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Please, please don't make me fight you anymore.

My eyes are so tired and the pressure is building up in my head until my ears ring and I can't see.

I can't wait until college.

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I can't tell you. All of this will sound stupid and childish and my words are so limited but I can't paint or draw or scream my emotion, and this is the only way I know how. I think I am very emotional. Maybe I'm just emotional now. But I can feel the way my friendships are bending and groaning and threatening to break, and it makes my throat hurt ( Read more... )

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There's a movie coming out called the exorcism of Emily Rose.

Coincidence? I THINK NOT.

(My full name is Emily Rose Clements.) (Actually Emily Rose Sarah Clements.)

I'm really not liking waking up at 5:30 every morning ( Read more... )

When I was a little kid, I used to think that mountains were there because dragons were sleeping just below the ground.

I want to think like that again.

If you don't see much of me on here or myspace anymore, just blame the parental controls.

I'll miss you.

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"Enough of my philosophical rambling. Okay, that's a lie. Sometimes I'm sick of loving everyone. I'm sick of being the one people can depend on. I'm sick of of depending on people. I care so much the skin under my fingernails bleeds and turns black, but I am rarely held, recognized, encouraged. Somtimes loneliness makes me more vague and cryptic. ( Read more... )