Sunday, January 04, 2004
I don't want to go to school..........we're starting swimming soon, and everyone will see my scars. I hate swimming. I can't stop whining. Anyways, for those people who wanted the website that I was...
View ArticleWednesday, January 07, 2004
These are pictures of serious cuts to people's skin, and I strongly suggest you not look at them if you get squeamish at the sight of blood. Do not leave me mean comments, because I did warn you, and...
View ArticleThursday, January 08, 2004
Hate I hate the way you dismiss me, Like I'm nowhere here at all. I hate the way you stare past me, Looking at the wall. I hate how you lied, And said "I love you." I hate those words, Because I...
View ArticleFriday, January 09, 2004
Hollow I feel hollow. I feel hurt. You carved out my heart With just one word.
View ArticleMonday, January 12, 2004
I haven't posted for a bit. I've been thinking. I think too much. My brain starts to hurt. When does a person ever stop thinking? When their heart stops? When they are finally dead? Or do we know that...
View ArticleWednesday, January 14, 2004
She came back again. Renee came back. She can't keep coming. I told myself she wouldn't come back. I have to kill her. I have to kill her soon. She can't keep coming back.
View ArticleFriday, January 16, 2004
renee....was a neighbor i had, but then i found out she's not real. in my head. she keeps coming back now. but not anymore, because i killed her. and i know you think i'm crazy, and guess what? i am.
View ArticleFriday, January 30, 2004
It would be a Monday. The speakers would kick to life in the classes. A disembodied voice would inform the school of a tragic death of one of the students. How she "accidentally" fell asleep in the car...
View ArticleThursday, February 05, 2004
it wasn't that monday. it was just a fucking thought. i don't know how to fucking respond to anyone anymore. this had better be my last fucking post. i'm tired of having to plan shit that never...
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