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Tuesday, July 20th, 2004
12:37 pm	thinking.... Well okay, I did some thinking... and I'm over it, lol. Meh, whatever. I don't care, yeah I was a bit pissed, but it's done. To tell you the truth, I don't know why Miranda hates me so much... and the only thing that I can come up with is that she must think I'm annoying and fake. But who cares, ^.^! But I will say that I'm going to try my best to be myself, and be nicer, I think, in the past, I have treated people wrongly, as if I were better, and I'm not... so yeah. :-p I love Trapt!:) (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 18th, 2004
8:41 pm	my story:)... so far Burning with fury of a thousand suns, she clenched her fists and glared with eyes that could stab right through anyone and pierce their soul. She rose from her desk still staring at her computer as insane thoughts swirled in her head. I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! She thought with increasing anger. “I told them! I told them that she would do this! I told them that it was her! Why!? Why wouldn’t they listen to me!? “ She said through clenched teeth. “Nooo, no she’d never do that… why would she?” This time with a mocking tone. Slowly she sat herself back down trying to gain control over her anger. I just need to calm down… She thought to herself. “Oh, but if they were here, right here in front of me, right this instant, heh heh, I would nail their clothes to the wall, and too bad if it did caught their skin, it’s not my fault he cheated on me with that bitch!” She said menacingly to herself while vibrating her left leg. “Why she’s always trying to steal my boyfriends, heh, who knows… it’s no longer my concern. But who cares! It’s too late now… for them. The poor little creatures… tsk tsk tsk. Without any lips, or tongues, how on earth are they going to kiss?” She said as an evil grin crossed her lips. Rising out of her chair, she began to laugh. Turning around, she saw herself in the mirror across the room. While staring at her reflection, her smile departed, and she began to calm down gradually as she approached the mirror. Placing her fingertips on the mirror, she slowly sat down on the floor, while dragging her fingertips down the glass. “So perfect, you look. So beautiful… but so lonely.” She whispered as warm tears began to flow down her cheeks and collected under her chin. “This is not my reflection. This is not who I am. I look so… innocent, so trustworthy, and kind. But those are not my thoughts… my thoughts are dangerous, demented, and psychotic. I can never tell anyone these things, these things that run through my mind, playing on my emotions.” “Why do I get so angry when I do? I just get so infuriated at the world, at everyone… many times I have screamed at the sky, at nothingness, screaming that someone should pay or go to Hell. It doesn’t make any sense. Maybe I am crazy… maybe I should be in some funny farm. Hell, the only thing they’d do for me is drive me further into my own abyss of maddened thoughts.” While saying this she slowly lied down on the floor, with her knees raised in the air and toes against the glass. Raising her head a little, she put her hands underneath, with fingers neatly woven in between each other, under her head. While she considered these things, she slowly cried herself to sleep, into a deep and dreamless, yet satisfying sleep. ........ btw for those of you who don't know, I used a wee bit of anger to write this.... I give my thanks to Miranda Funk and Bryan Watkins! You're the best *twitch*. (3 Comments |Comment on this)