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He is just himself and never be herself or myself unless If I am himself.He will be just himself who sits and thinks about himself and never about herself.Whoever himself is,he is his own himself if he thinks merely about himself and not about yourselves,ourselves, herself, itself or themselves.Uniquely, himself conquers the world while herself cradles the world. Oddly the queers queering the world reversely.
» Posted By Anna On 12.01.2012 @ 7:25 am
I know of this Adam with two faces type who knows and cares only about himsel.He is so self-centered and irresponsible.He just thinks about himself. One day I saw he was running to chase me while I was jogging in the park. He grabbed my rib and pushed me real hard.I questioned him of why he was so rough to me.He replied sadistically,”It was you,you, who had ruined our relationship!” .In no ado, I tried to escape from his clutch, and ran away because I know that he was a liar and he was the one who renege the firm promise between the two of us and betrayed our precious love.. and now I am taking care everything on my own.
» Posted By Anna On 12.01.2012 @ 7:09 am
he is wonderful and i miss him so much, i don’t really know why i ever let him go because he really did make me happier than anyone else. i don’t know. i fucking miss him and it hurts because he hates me and it’s all my fault. what am i supposed to do and how do i fix this? i just want to talk to him one more fucking time without him talking shit about me to all of his friends. i still love him. fuck.
» Posted By Anna On 11.30.2012 @ 9:47 pm
Sun rises high above the clouds across the meadow. I rise and wake full-spiritedly for the next day yearning for what it will offer for me. Everything is so undescribably wonderful on that day.
» Posted By Anna On 11.30.2012 @ 1:20 am
The silent night, right before the rise of the sun. My favorite, & least seen time of the day.
» Posted By Anna On 11.29.2012 @ 3:31 pm
The past keeps running through my head today.
Hindsight is 20/20.
I’m so utterly and unbelievably grateful for what i have today.
» Posted By Anna On 11.28.2012 @ 11:53 am
She came back into the room. Slowly closing the door behind her. Nothing could be under the bed. She had imagined that movement from the corner of her eye. “Don’t be silly,” she told herself, “nothing’s under the bed.” How could it be? Slowly she stepped forward, each step increasing her heart beat until it was almost exploding inside her chest. “Just a few more steps and I’ll be in bed, don’t be stupid, monsters aren’t real.” she thought to herself, but still she couldn’t. Frozen. She thought, “Maybe I’ll just jump those last few steps. No. Just walk over to the bed. It’s just a bed, not a safe zone. And the floor beneath it, just a floor.” Step by step she is right next to her bed. She exhales a sigh of relief and exacerbation with herself for being so silly. Then she feels the hands upon her ankles. Her throat blocked from screaming for lack of air from her exhale. Instead making a small squealing squeek. Falling backward, heart in her throat, tears on her face. It emerges from under the bed. In a moment she’s face to face with her brother. His smirk disappears as he see’s her face, streaked with tears, and now with a definate look of betrayal and annoyance. “Why would you do that?!” she whispers, unable to yell from sheer confustion. The whisper is much worse for him. Maybe if she had yelled he wouldn’t feel so guilty. His insides squirm with regret. “I’m sorry.” She sees his sincerity in every inch of his being. Should she make him suffer more? No, “it’s alright. I’m going to bed. I wasn’t that scared anyway.” He knows she’s lying, but takes the chance to leave anyway.
» Posted By Anna On 11.28.2012 @ 8:56 am
A thought is in the mind. You have a thought about something, someone, what you’re going to do later or what you did before. What you’re going to do tomorrow, if you ‘re going to even live tomorrow.
» Posted By Anna On 11.18.2012 @ 11:11 am
I thought about numourous things up there. Listening to the thoughts running wild in my head.
» Posted By Anna On 11.17.2012 @ 9:08 pm
I believe we need institutions,
Institutions of learning, of governing.
Institutions mean education,
Instituions mean knowledge.
» Posted By Anna On 11.16.2012 @ 2:10 pm
i hate useless employees. i want to punch them and new employees who think they know everything. fuck, go away, i’ve been here more than you and they’re trying to make friends with you, urh, no.
» Posted By anna On 11.16.2012 @ 3:02 am
I love art. Art can be anything. painting, dance, karate, writing. The arts are also to be respected. They are not toys. you should not use the arts to attack, only to defend.
» Posted By anna On 11.14.2012 @ 9:11 am
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
» Posted By Anna On 11.13.2012 @ 11:23 pm
somebody once told me that everything was going to be alright. I guess I believed them because somebody was smart. They helped me understand about myself. Somebody told me that I was beautiful. I believed them because somebody knows about beauty. When somebody tells me something, I will listen, because everyone has wisdom. Somebody just has to tell the truth…
» Posted By Anna On 11.13.2012 @ 7:02 am
well. what can i say? i think im head over heels for you, though you dont know that. you’re the one that got away and i regret it. sucks that you live on the other side of the planet and that i forgot how you looked like.
» Posted By anna On 11.13.2012 @ 5:05 am
there are so many uppermost thoughts coming to me night after night
i feel like i spent hours in another reality
why am i fooling myself?
it’s obviously evanescent
» Posted By Anna On 11.10.2012 @ 12:38 pm
some scenesters say “roar” expresses love. it sounds more like hunger to me. how sad that these teenyboppers mistake desire for affection.
» Posted By anna On 11.09.2012 @ 11:53 am
a roar of the crowd
is a violence for pleasurable silence
» Posted By Anna On 11.09.2012 @ 11:33 am
are just like them
though we don’t want to believe it
» Posted By anna On 11.09.2012 @ 12:26 am
we were not in ourself
we were not one thing you were not the them of me
you were not me
i am not a them, unless i am a collection of things:
muscle > tissue > cells > little vibrating molecules
we were not a them. you are not my them.
» Posted By Anna On 11.08.2012 @ 10:44 pm
I thought about all of them. The tall the short the wrong the right. I thought about them but most of all what they thought of themselves. The tall were too tall, the short were too short, the medium neither short nor tall enough. Nobody could be right or wrong. And so they went through life thinking about themselves not right enough, because if they did think right enough, then they wouldn’t think much at all.
» Posted By Anna On 11.08.2012 @ 5:54 pm
They only think about themselves. Rotten kids.
» Posted By Anna On 11.08.2012 @ 3:21 pm
She thought she had it all– the money, clothes, car, apartment… everything. She thought these things made her superior to all others; that they ruled her some kind of ‘untouchable’; that no one else was good enough. She thought she had it all until an inferior, or so she thought, asked her about love.
» Posted By Anna On 10.14.2012 @ 7:08 pm
The single mass of her hair hung down her back in a gnarled, angry mess. It looked like ferrets had made a nest of it, then fought with a pair of tribal weasels for dominance. The fact that is was earth brown and dirty didn’t help her any, either.
» Posted By Anna On 10.09.2012 @ 6:03 am
Happy is quite a crazy thing. Nobody can define it. Everybody else feels happiness differently. What may bring joy to me, may bring sadness to you. Happy is an emotion that I rarely feel, so when I do, I cherish it. I get the most out of every drop of happiness I can get my hands on.
» Posted By Anna On 10.07.2012 @ 10:24 pm
Could it be possible? Could she really be his? As he held her small body in his lanky one, he felt for the first time…a spark. A possible.
» Posted By Anna On 10.06.2012 @ 1:02 pm
The scene flashed in her mind like lighting, electrifying her to the core of who she was.
» Posted By Anna On 10.05.2012 @ 5:53 pm
blank white hard odd texture. hard. brick. cant think. you have to push on it. like talking to a brick wall. while rooms. space. huge rooms. while makes things bigger. colored walls kill my eyes. make everything hard ot breathe. why?
» Posted By Anna On 10.04.2012 @ 10:41 pm
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I know that is what they all say but it is true. I guess I was just trying to hurt myself. I deserve to be hurt. I hope you hate me. I deserve to be hated. I hate myself. You mean the world to me and I didn’t mean to ruin us. Just because I can’t let myself be happy.
» Posted By Anna On 09.25.2012 @ 5:50 pm
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Before I met you, I was so sure about everything. But now all I want is to be with you. I gave up everything for that. And now…well now ever since that one night, you won
t even look at me. And it sucks. I wish I could just talk to you, just for a minute…
» Posted By Anna On 09.24.2012 @ 3:52 pm