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connected. feeling like you’re connected with your friends, family. feeling like you can just talk to anyone you want. modern technology connects us. what are we on this earth for? we have each other. we can build relationships through connection with each other. we’re not here for long, but we have each other.

» Posted By Charlotte On 04.06.2011 @ 4:48 pm


Plans are pointless.
A plan is destined for failure.
You want to plan something,
Plan how best to trim your nails.
Never plan a painting.
Never plan your life.
You’ll never be happy.

» Posted By Charlotte On 04.03.2011 @ 9:02 pm

I don’t like to make plans, though I Feel they’re necessary. I’m a free spirit. I like to do this spontaneously and without remorse. I hate the disappointment of plans that have fallen through. Plans suck. DOWN WITH PLANS!!!!!!! If only my boyfriends agreed, but he’s a grumpy old man. But I’m getting better at making plans.

» Posted By Charlotte On 04.03.2011 @ 6:50 pm


My eyes open. The neon green letters glow ominously off my ceiling. 5:23. Almost time to arise from my cozy nest of bedsheets and pillows and drag myself through another week day. I can’t feel my arms and legs. They float in a sea of pure bliss as peaceful complacency engulfs me. There are no thoughts, no disquieting worries, just silence. Yet, comfortable silence, not of the creeping nature. 5:48. This irrational machine must be defective. 25 minutes… gone? It can’t be. The precious moments of complete comfort and contentment are slipping away from me. I dread the last few minutes as I watch the numbers grow ever nearer. 5:57. Damn this digital clock, mocking me with every deliberate change in number.

» Posted By Charlotte On 03.28.2011 @ 8:24 pm


A structured life is a fond memory. Nothing more. Structure is not something I can control anymore. I am a broken down, decrepit building. Put a For Sale sign upon my face and board me up for good.

» Posted By Charlotte On 03.25.2011 @ 6:11 pm


If only everyone could work together. As one unit, as a whole. Imagine how much the world could accomplish. We could solve problems, crisis, everything. All as a WHOLE.

» Posted By Charlotte On 03.20.2011 @ 12:10 pm


Our world is one giant school yard gymnasium. As adults we act as we did on that hot concrete, segregated under the monkey bars or behind the slides. Nothing has changed. Being an adult means being faced with tougher challenges, but we go on as we did when we were young. A 360. A fucked up 360.

» Posted By Charlotte On 03.17.2011 @ 5:57 pm


Her figure lay still amongst the white washed blankets. Her beautiful ebony hair splayed over the pillows. Her cheeks were flushed and wet with tears. “I am beautiful, but I cannot love.”

» Posted By Charlotte On 03.16.2011 @ 8:14 pm


i hate high heels, so terrible and torture, but i feel that the teen female community is pressured to wear them. especially at dances and stuff. luckily, we take em off

» Posted By Charlotte On 03.16.2011 @ 8:48 am


Let us wander through our minds for awhile. We will hold hands and speak no words. Let us wander through each others hearts and still speak no words. Together we will only wander, wander, wander.

» Posted By Charlotte On 03.14.2011 @ 9:06 pm


This is it. One last test to make it count. I can’t fail. Wait, don’t think negatively. And I just did it again. Shit. Fuck. What’s the capital of Bangladesh again? God, I wish I studied. Just one more hour, please.

Here we go.

» Posted By Charlotte On 03.04.2011 @ 8:50 am


Tables are so very flat. Unless they aren’t. Then what would be the point of placing your water on that not flat table. Coffee tables. Being thrown into one. Feeling the glass. Our table, broken and cutting through my skin as a child. Tables can be as we can be and break as we can break.

» Posted By Charlotte On 02.26.2011 @ 7:40 am


The barber ran his fingers through his hair.. assessing the damage.
“looks like were going to have to remove it all” he said with a grin on his face.
The buzzer turned on.
that’s what i get for dying my hair blonde with bleach

» Posted By Charlotte On 02.24.2011 @ 1:02 pm


that bench, that unforgettable bench that stood between me and the one i love, that undeniable bench, that uncrossable bench was the infinite, silent decision to end it with me.

» Posted By charlotte On 02.24.2011 @ 2:26 am

the bench
brown smelling,
the dirt of time ripped through its once varnished panels, till it had become nothing but a fossil of the good times.
new, destroyed.

» Posted By Charlotte On 02.23.2011 @ 11:13 pm

sitting on the bench. waiting. could go one way or the other.
also the bench seems very boring!
or is it boring?
it’s wooden, go into the woodgrain. tells a story of years.

» Posted By charlotte On 02.23.2011 @ 4:55 pm


that is in a wall and you shouldn’t put forks in them and deffinitly not knifes. also the are never where you need them

» Posted By Charlotte On 02.21.2011 @ 9:32 pm

I was lost, confused.. I needed something, a way out. An escape from my life. I have no idea what to do anymore and I am not sure if I can handle it any longer. I need an outlet, but nothing will help me get out.. I am lost. Scared.. Help me.

» Posted By Charlotte On 02.21.2011 @ 9:01 pm


sage is a herb, it is also an old person who is very wise i think. i don;t know if the two meanings are related. i am also unsure what you would put sage in to flavour or what it tastes like. oregano perhaps? or a bit thymey? Sage is also an accounting program I believe

» Posted By Charlotte On 02.21.2011 @ 6:57 am


i hate it when i get tangled in all this shit, it’s tiring and i want to comb myself out of this mess that i got myself into. i tried running away, but i’m still attached, it’s wrapped around my legs and dragging me down. help me get out.

» Posted By charlotte On 02.17.2011 @ 10:33 pm


This is possibly a girl’s best friend… it is there in times of need, to comfort, to binge on, and to relax. It can be a substitute for relationships, loss and other things that pain a person in it’s chocolatey goodness.

» Posted By Charlotte On 02.15.2011 @ 2:00 pm


the thing about microphones: they make you voice sound different than it should. doesn’t someone’s voice sound a lot louder than normal? or should it be that way. Reach more people, etc? but with loud people, it’s not necessary

» Posted By charlotte On 02.13.2011 @ 8:08 pm


When mankind face the word love, they tend to hide rather than express their feelings. Being a coward is not good especially in a relationship since love needs constant communication and interaction in order to grow. So guys, be brave and say it out loud!

» Posted By Charlotte On 02.09.2011 @ 9:05 pm


I hate my boyfriend’s alarm I call it ‘My enemy’ and every time I stay at his it wakes me from my glorious slumber and forces me to face the day. If it was on my side of the bed I would of smashed it by now. It’s just lucky.

A world without alarm’s would be my idea of perfection!

» Posted By Charlotte On 02.08.2011 @ 6:53 am


on friends for all that life throws at you. on a wall in a bar waiting for a friend…between two moments not exalting in either. also chicken or fish; how you’re body feels after yoga.

» Posted By Charlotte On 01.29.2011 @ 12:59 pm


relatives are related to you whether by blood or by marriage. my cousins have become very close relatives to me over the past few years and sometimes can be some of the best and most trustworthy friends you will ever have.

» Posted By charlotte On 01.27.2011 @ 4:04 am


mystery problem disolved resolved obsolved routine many we always try to resolved problems as quickly as possible. the mystery was solved rather oddly. it is odd that no one solved the problem. how do you k

» Posted By charlotte On 01.23.2011 @ 1:34 pm


helping others out
homeless people getting off the streets
pulling someone out of a hole/depression
a community being humane
bake sales
patting someone on the back
people coming together to help others no matter what

» Posted By charlotte On 01.09.2011 @ 1:37 pm


Creative fiction is not for everyone. Some can write it, many cannot. I am one of those who is horrible at writing creative fiction. However, I content myself on writing rhetorical analyses instead. “The End.”

» Posted By Charlotte On 01.05.2011 @ 6:54 pm


sometimes I dream that I will be a doctor but then I got into college. In college they rate success as your grades or how many clubs you are involved in. But I deem success as something different. Success is the satisfaction I get when I know I’ve done something right. when I don’t let people down. So maybe I should be a doctor

» Posted By Charlotte On 01.03.2011 @ 2:54 pm

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