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i´m proud of myself, i can overcome everything and i still keep making people love me when i don´t believe anyone can.
» Posted By irene On 09.20.2008 @ 11:53 pm
boredom, injustice, failure, error , mistake,
» Posted By irene On 08.30.2008 @ 5:18 pm
dough, atoms, yuk, green, slimy, can be anything, anything, fabric, texture, form, matter, stuff, instance,
» Posted By irene On 06.11.2008 @ 12:57 pm
good or bad, not sure about looks, tricky, not lasting, a special moment, cooking, milk shake, ice cream, sauna and cloth washing, candles, men, clothing,
» Posted By Irene On 01.08.2010 @ 10:23 am
I folded some laundry and it creased delicately I hope that the folded folds will continue to fold themselves. I wish that I were like the laundry with folds that could fold myself and stay completely held together by my own inner workings. Its too bad that the laundry that I have to have the power to fold has more power than me overall. So I fold.
» Posted By Irene On 12.01.2009 @ 5:21 pm
Today, I walked down a lane. And it made me realize that I don’t remember the last time I walked down a path with my Mom, talking about nothing in particular, but having the best time of our lives. I can’t remember the last time my Mom and I had a heart-to-heart talk. :[
» Posted By Irene On 11.17.2009 @ 6:12 pm
the lane seemed quiet for once. no children playing in the front yards, no lawnmowers going off, no cars going by. just me, the gray sky, and the leaves being blown around by the fierce wind.
» Posted By Irene On 11.16.2009 @ 2:58 pm
people don’t write letters anymore, such a loss of a culture.
» Posted By Irene On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
my sink is broken, it leaks water when I have to wash dishes. I don’t like my sink anymore. It used to be unbroken, thats when I didn’t mind having to wash dishes too much. I hope someday soon it will be fixed.
» Posted By Irene On 01.17.2010 @ 4:03 pm
The horse trotted across the field. The wind blowing through it’s mane. It was such a beautiful horse. Chestnut colored with black mane and a white star on it’s face. Truly a thing of beauty.
» Posted By Irene On 10.14.2009 @ 11:44 am
A kid, is it possible? No way. I’m not ready yet. I don’t think I will ever be. Gotta test it. Gotta see if it’s true. I’m afraid. What can I do? Must test, must see how true! I’ll never be ready.
Is it true?
» Posted By Irene On 10.13.2009 @ 9:36 pm
It sparkled in the moonlight. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It really was just laying there. That gem is worth more than this entire country. And it was just laying there. How can that be? Is it a trap, a trick of some sort?
» Posted By Irene On 10.27.2009 @ 9:15 am
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Is it possible to care too much about someone? To care so much that sometimes it feels like it’s going to choke you? To feel their lives more than your own? To love them more than anything else.
Can you care too much? What should you do? How can you stop? Do you even want to stop?
» Posted By Irene On 10.17.2009 @ 9:43 pm