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There is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. Though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided
To end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers
That are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know
That I'm glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
Mods:
Left ear: 1x Industrial, 1x helix, 1x trigus, 1x lobe, 1 conch
Right ear: 3x helix, 1x trigus, 1x lobe, 1x conch
Body: 1x navel, 2x tattoos
Hair: Long brown blonde
Hight: 5'6"
Weight: 120
Age: 19
Eyes: Dark blue
Ethnicity: Welsh, Polish, Lithuanian, Romanian
Favorite Movie: American Psycho, Lucky Number Slevin, Donnie Darko, Elisabeth.
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Drug market, sub market,
Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in
It doesn't matter if you're smart, dumb, ugly, pretty... it's all the same once yer dead... and a corpse can't laugh
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The gifts are really important when you are poor. We probably will be for a long time with all the problems we keep having. It's like this baby shower I'm throwing for someone. She is reminding everyone to bring a gift, because dammit, when you have kids you need whatever you can get. Which reminds me, I hate people that don't like to accept charity if it means helping their kids. Put your ego away for 10 minutes, jeez.
Wow! Did he just decide on the military so he could help paying for college or for experience so he could get a job?
the meryl sisters. 8D
'i'm only allowed upstairs!'
You know, being backwards is kind of cool. I'm enjoying it, because my fiancé and I are pretty backwards, and we're both happy with it. biggrin
I love that story! It reminds me of what we used to say in high school. I've always been the bright colored, tie dye, bare foot girl, and he wears military style clothes or camo and big black boots. We made up the joke that I was a 1960s war protester and he was a Vietnam vet. Most people thought it was stupid, but we loved it. It reminded me of Frida Kahlo and her husband Diego. They were called the Elephant and the Dove.
Oh, my gosh that's hilarious. My dad is just like that. He likes to say that thing about prison.
Wow. I think having a daughter would be great eventually. But not for a year or two at least.
I would love have a kid, but part of me knows I'm not ready to do that on purpose.
Nearly every girl from my grad year or the year before is pregnant or has had a baby.
A lot of them were accidents, with guys they barely know, or guys that are losers.
Many of them are struggling to pay for bills and are fighting. They just rushed into it.