Hi. Glad you're happy. You're welcome for reading your blogs. I'm a little confused, was Jeff cheating on you? Did you post that blog, or is there someone else on JoeUser also dating a crappy Jeff? Lol sorry, I guess I haven't been paying attention to post sites well enough. I kind of know how you feel, about wanting to get out of where you are. I want to get out of where I am, too. Of course, I'm in Minnesota which is TONS
Thanks Dharma. I understand. I think my main problem with poetry is, I just finished studying it in Lit, and it's like, I constantly want to assess it and try to figure out the meaning behind it and dig deep inside of the poem to see where the person is coming from. Since I'm so into that, I wish everyone else was right now, too!! I wish people would interpret it, tell me what they think I mean, etc. True criticism, dig? ;)
Tonight I looked up at the sky A gleam of something caught my eye I asked for happiness and love From the little star above But this thing was so light Stars have never been so bright Here I unloaded all my hopes and dreams To yet another empty thing Fooled by something I thought true Something more to make me blue The raindrops
Dharma~ I hope so too. Janders, and everyone else, I don't know what to say. In more ways than one. It's good to know you care. But it's harder to put into words. The instant everyone is like, "Wanna talk?" my mind goes blank. Would I like to talk? God, yes! But I can't find the words. And unless I'm at that particular stage of desperation (last few blogs :P) the words don't come out. They hit the back of my teeth and get lost somewhe
Superbaby: I cause myself pain, pure and simple. I've thought and thought and thought and thought about why in the hell I could be so depressed, and the only thing that I could come up with is "Me." There's no reasoning behind it, there seldom is. It's just me, pure and simple. Thanks so much for caring. Dharma, I emailed you back, and since I'm coming down from a buzz I'm feeling pretty rational, so i'm not thinking. Like S
The more people complain to me the more I realize how much my life has sucked. In fact, it's not just people complaining to me. It's people complaining period. I mean, try living your entire life with someone who hates your guts and just wants you to fucking die. Try living with someone who does everything possible to make you feel as low as you possibly can.
I agree with Dharma. I don't like the thought of people seeing the coffins of my dead friends. And I don't like all the fucking media play. It's not because the media cares, it's because people are fucking nosy. ~Anne
It's all so much easier when you're able to think reasonably... Which I am definitely not. Thanks for replying, Goddamn Muggaz, MadPoet, and Paul. It's very kind of you to care. ~Anne
Sometimes I can't get out of bed No one has noticed yet Sometimes I cry myself to sleep No one seems to hear me weep I need someone to save me Can't do this on my own I'll put you on a crucifix So I don't have to die alone Sometimes I only pray for a friend Someone to share this misery with Sometimes I pray for the end
There is something seriously wrong with me. Of course, we've been through this about a million times before. It's just, I'm not getting better. Blame it on the fact that I haven't taken my zoloft for a little less than a week. Maybe it's been more. Blame it on whatever you want to, actually. I don't much care. All I know
PS Please tell me if this poem sucks... I feel like it sucks. ~Anne
You know, I don't have any great advice for you and your flashbacks. I am merely here to make a (probably unrelated, as usual) comment. I used to get flashbacks, too. Like, debilitating flashbacks. Of all sorts of things, sometimes it would only be a flashback of simply riding in a car, which isn't all that bad. Except for the fact that when I got them I would be literally knocked over with waves of nausea. Terrible. One time I was sitting in
Lol Dharma I love you. You rock my world. Thanks so much... Dan, blaugh is merely an alternative spelling for absolute frustration. ~Anne
Spread out across the United States From California to North Carolina From Minnesota to Texas Planes caught to bring us home Ticket stubs and gas receipts Closest things we've got to memories Mothers get gold stars and purple hearts We get pieces of paper Pictures and stories only things we have left A plot of earth to pay
I just wanted to say that I really don't understand how finding a big boat would validate Christianity. ~Anne
Thanks for being supportive, guys. Quick answers to questions: I'm not going to stay here because A) it sucks here (lol) and that's pretty much my only answer. I'm feeling pretty negative right now, that explains the negative answer. My town is at LEAST two hours away from ANY cities of interest, and that sucks. The only classes they offer over summer here are bullshit generals and I only have two generals left to fill, so that would be a tra
Jesus Christ you are one confused girl. This "Debbie" girl wants to come steal Jeff and punch you, and what YOU want to do is beat HER up?? Jesus Christ, I repeat. Beat HIM up. Now, I don't know if you guys live together or what, but if you do I think the best thing you could do is burn all of the things that he has in the place you are living. Do whatever you can to get him the fuck out of your life. NOW. Don't feel
Stinking hilarious??? I don't want to be stinking anything How about freaking? That's acceptable Thank you, Sarah!!! ~Anne
[I was reading an article by Unfairman and I liked it a lot. I wrote a great reply to it, and I decided I liked the reply so much that I would repost it as an article. It shows my superb wit and my weird, weird mind. Read on!] You wanna know something? Those Penny Donation things make me mad. Hear me out, though. <BR
You wanna know something? Those Penny Donation things make me mad. Hear me out, though. They make me mad for a very good reason. One day when I was very stoned, I went to the local pizza place with my friend, and I was standing in front of said Penny Eater thingy jingy. I wanted to put in a dollar, and there was no easy way to do it. (This is one of the penny muncher men, you know, those funny yellow guys?) I was furious. I
You're right, I like Willie Nelson, I think he's funny. I don't see him as poetic in the least, though. I think he has pretty simplistic, easily enjoyable music, but it doesn't mean it's poetic. ~Anne
:) Lol that's sweet of you, Dan. Thanks a bunch. ~Anne
This is the second part of my "desperation blog" (AKA I'm Running Away). This is the questions and the answers, hopefully. Where will I go? I don't know. I know that I cannot go home. And home is more than just lil ol' Moose Lake... Home is Duluth, Cloquet, Cromwell (especially). These are the places that I cannot go, the places that I m
It hit me like a freight train today. I'm moving home in less than a week. School will be over. My friends and I will be scattered about the midwest. I'm moving home on Friday, and will be stuck there for the rest of the summer. I'll have to work all the time. I'm moving home. Holy fuck. I don't want to go home. I don't want to be t
Willie Nelson?? Lol you consider him POETIC?? . Sorry, I was just being a bitch. Anyhow, thanks more for more songs ~Anne
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