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Wednesday, June 11th, 2003
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Attemp number two. I stood there, over my desk vision blured it was like looking into a river... You can see what's at the bottom, but it's never clear. I stood there, over my desk Covered in my emotions In my anger, fear, and sorrow. rummaging through my draw. looking for my the left over pills from attempt number one. Searching for my saviors. My saviors, my lovers. The knives I call happiness, the pills i call home. home is where the heart is... Right. Well, my home is in my stomach now. I will be home soon. I hope, I can only hope. My family is my mmusic and my friends are my art. Everything I will ever need is in this little draw. My happiness, my home, my family, and my friends. My knives, my pills, my CDs, and my paints. And right now, I'm pretty close to home, for it is now in my blood, running through my veins and almost at my heart. I'm almost home. Almost out of this horrible place. Almost happy. Almost alive.
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Wednesday, April 16th, 2003
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Saturday, April 5th, 2003
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| Time: | 5:05 pm. |
| Mood: | sleepy. |
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When you're not here... My body starts to shake And I begin to fade away.
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I have a bleeding vagina. :(
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Saturday, March 22nd, 2003
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You're beautiful. You're smile... You're style. You make me laugh. Make my smile. You see my tears. Hold me down... I can't bare it anymore. I'm in love with a girl... Looking forward to your face. Your voice... Your arm rapped around mine. Our hand together. We'll be fine. You make my laugh... You make me smile. You've seen my tears and wiped them away. Hugged me.. Said it's all right The only person I have right now. I take you in my arms... hold you as tight as I can. I don't care what they say. I need you. The way you play with my hair. hold my hand. Grab my arm. Speak to me. You're perfect. I need you.
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| Time: | 9:57 pm. |
| Mood: | bored. |
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Wednesday, March 19th, 2003
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| Time: | 1:42 am. |
| Mood: | okay. |
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I haven't written anything in so long. I need to. Corey says that as soon as the zen den starts back up with the new owner... She's gonna start soul kitchen up again... With open mic so that I could read my stuff. Corey really wants me to read and I don't think I'm good enough. We'll see... I'm so shy.
I neeeeeeeeed batteries for my camera!!!!! I hate not being able to take pictures. It's gettin nice out... I wanna take pictures. As soon as i get my batteries... I'll be posting more of my photography. Okay.. And my writing... I hope. hehe
Good night!
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Tuesday, March 18th, 2003
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Slip in between me. Close your eyes. You try to hide inside me. But I can feel your every move.
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| Time: | 4:46 pm. |
| Mood: | accomplished. |
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I re-did my journal. And I made a new icon. I love fetish photography so much. [xo]
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 The fight up close.
 The fight farther away.
 The fight at a different angle.
 The fight and WithOut you.
 WithOut you.
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Saturday, March 15th, 2003
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"The difference between a madman and me, is that I am not mad."- ( Salvador Dali )
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Friday, February 21st, 2003
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| Time: | 1:22 am. |
| Mood: | worried. |
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will my tears that fall for you make you come?
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Friday, February 14th, 2003
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the soup that once burned my tongue is cold. i am cold. i am dead... looking at pictures of you. alone... in my room of shadows. hiding in the corner... under my blanket. the blanket you once held me in. the pictures i took of you. in my hands. these hands that shake. this body that trembles. its cold. im cold... where are you? where are your hands.. your body to keep me warm. keep me alive through these winter nights. your jokes that keep me smiling... even when im sad. where did you go? i need you... im in this room, alone... with tears rolling down those soft white cheek that you once had kissed so gentle. you told me forever... i guess forever has passed. i miss the way you pull me close to you at night. i miss your laugh. is this it? gone? goodbye? why? what did i do? i will try again.. different. anything. i need you. i thought you needed me too. you told me!... i guess you lied. i guess when this soup burned my tongue... you burned me too.
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Monday, February 10th, 2003
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