Oh, how bitter and sweet love is! How equally wonderful and disgusting. I'm somewhere in between extreme disgust/hate and euphoric love and endearment. Like a panic attack... How torturous dreaming no longer of someone's kisses, but his eyes and his hands and the way his shoulders felt. Euh. I just don't even know what to do about
My eyes say what I can't My lips tell secrets without even opening I don't have to say your name I don't have to say anything My eyes tell it all But you don't know anything None of it, none of the secrets You could know everything And you say you want to know So I tell you But you don't look in my eyes And you
So I'm really quite drunk right now. I just walked into my room and listended to a new messsage on my answering machine that was totally bizarre, but I dont feel connected to it in the least bit. The person who sent the message was some random guy. I mean, I heard his voice and everything but I'm willing to bet that i've never heard that voice before. Besides
MY NAME IS AANNNNNNNEEEE!!!!!! Okay. that was me copying a Jay-Z song. So here I am a year almost after starting here, writing after a long nice hiatus! Still drinkin, still havin issues, still smokin pot but damn does it feel good!! So either Love Me Or Leave Me Alone! ~Tweekz<!-- Ju-Anchor-Footer-Start
I just pulled an all nighter with a almost complete stranger. I've met him once before, for about two minutes, and that's all. Do you have any idea how hard it is to pull an all nighter with someone you're unfamiliar with? That's just something you don't do, you know? How can you handle being with someone for almost TWELVE STRAIGHT HOURS! when you don't know anything
I had to smoke weed. I feel bad, I was planning on saving it. I took some "uppers" today but since my stomach is basically empty (except for some coffee and cookies at 9:30) and it is now 2:37. It's amazing that I'm here in Morris for little more than two weeks and I've already forgotten how to control my stomach. But I reinforced my control again. <
LadyCleve, Me too. Suspeckted, Got one of those too. ~Tweekz
Scent of you on my skin As I slept and breathed it in I almost mistook that your arms were around me. But it wasn't really the scent of you but my soap-- your soap--the soap you used. Just a lingering wisp of scent And a lingering wisp of memory And in my sleep I could think it was you. You show up in many of
Move and breathe like a drug addict With unsteady, quick steps and a head that shakes and looks back and forth And a clogged, "stuffy" nose, dazed eyes and mouth open, seemingly in surprise, but really for air. Expression blank but confused Actions quick and clumsy, ill at ease Paranoid schizoid Fingers that fidget, feeble feelers<
I am currently in the "throes" of cannabis. I am a user, abuser, chooser. I like me the way I am, but I guess somewhere deep down inside suppressed by so much drug use is telling me that it isn't anything to be proud of. But it's all I got damn it, and I gotta make it through this fucking life somehow. I got into the habit of being stoned all the ti
I have these days of incredible strength, where I don't think about him, don't consider why I'm dreaming about him, even forget he's alive. Then there are the other days when the memory of him is heavier than a stone. It's a big ball of lead deposited in my heart, and I can feel it dragging down in my chest. Something like asthma. On my de
Thank you very much, Wuxiao. That means more to me than you know. ~Anne
PS. In case anyone was wondering, I'm at college now which means... More blogging from Anne!!
I'm not in love with you It's something different, like the weather That always changes. But you're like the rain falling down on me A rain that should fertilize seeds I wish you would plant your seeds in me to take root, and grow And blossom and flower New thoughts in my tired, tired brain.
Hey babe... this is one of those annoying comments that has nothing to do with the article. Miss you and hope you're doing well!! XOXOXO ~Anne
Guess who's bizack!!!! J/K I might not really be back, maybe I'm just visiting. Anyway. As for the title of this article. Hey asshole if you're reading this like you say you do, you left your fucking Concrete Blonde CD in my car. And as much as I like Concrete Blonde every time I look at that CD I think of you and thinking of you kinda makes me wanna
Meaningless, again Like it's always been I want to be something to someone Not nothing to everyone I might be the last innocent heart One that still feels hurt I wish everyone looked for me Like I look for love Only, my kisses speak From my soul they leak Words that few now speak Thoughts that
Sounds like a negative title but it's not. Anyways, it's good to laugh at yourself, isn't it? I'm supposed to be walking to Dairy Queen right now with Rachel (actually, by this time we'd probably already be back here) but she is about 45 minutes late after I called her. So here I am blogging. I have obviously not had any time to blog lately.
If I'm not in love with you, what is this I'm going through? Lyrics by Faith Hill. I hate Faith Hill, and only discovered this song cause I won the CD for Post Prom one year, and decided I'd see if I found ANY songs I like before I threw it away. And then I discovered that song. And that's how I feel right now. I mean, I don't need anyone to
Muggaz... good luck. There's another spesh?? ~Anne
Haha. My mom is a crazy lady. Well, okay, so she isn't, but I tell ya. Sometimes she asks me these questions, and it just totally throws me for a loop!!! I mean, really. Why does she ask these questions? It's like she's reading my mind... a part of my mind I don't want to go into. So I was sitting on the couch yesterday afternoon watching Ice Age (so
Dharma... Yeah, I have an appointment for the 26th. Thanks for asking ~Anne
I think I drink too much. Sometimes I tell myself, Jesus you're an alcoholic. Then, I defend myself: I'm not an alcoholic, I just drink too much. I don't even waste time saying "I drink a little bit" or anything like that. And I don't even know if I NEED it, I mean, I KNOW I don't but I don't know if I'm addicted, I just can't stop. I have no control over mys
Last night was wild. We got really drunk, me and some friends, and it was all a good time!!! Well, for the most part, at least. Mine and my best friend's "neighbor" (cute kid :p) got us some weed and it was all good. I have a place to move, too. If I want to. It's 225 a month, and in Carlton. I haven't decided yet, but it would be cool. Anyhow. On to the life
Go on a week long (or weekend) camping trip. Bring a few twenty four packs of beer, some food, and some firewood. Take lots of pictures, have lots of fun. You probably will see them again, though, if you all live in the same home town. There's holidays, and summer vacation. For my graduation, I didn't even do anything with my friends which sucks. There were just a few small parties and nothing big, so I was supposed to meet my boyfrie
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