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asking the right questions…finding the wrong answers. asking the wrong questions finding the right answers. asking others instead of yourself.
» Posted By alissa On 08.20.2008 @ 9:47 am
my throw pillow glistened with the warm, colourful sunlight.
» Posted By Alissa On 09.05.2008 @ 5:56 pm
She could sniff the powder. It was everywhere, surrounding her like nothing ever had. It made her feel trapped, while she’d never felt more alive.
» Posted By Alissa On 01.14.2010 @ 2:24 pm
the other day i was walking around this nature trail and i found some bamboo.. it was really pretty, i managed to pick some and i made a journal out of it.
» Posted By Alissa On 01.12.2010 @ 2:26 pm
I’m not usually discreet, because I live in my own world and sometimes I don’t realize there are people around me…and I go out saying: I’m so high…and eeverybody listens, I should be more discreet.
» Posted By Alissa On 12.31.2009 @ 10:54 am
when i stand in the spotlight, i feel alive. I feel liken o one can take the light away from me and like its my own. I feel like I can be myself and get out and do whatever I want to. i lvoe the spot light, but if you let it go to your head to fast, it can come back and bite you in the ass and take everytihng you got. just likea hobo. :D you can give them so much, but they will take you for granted, unless they care about you, which is weird cause that never happens. the spot light is a great thing for singers and performers alone, it makes them feel like they can be anyone they wanna be and I am sure they can.
» Posted By alissa On 11.24.2009 @ 8:10 pm
A man who can easily find women who are interested in him and he has very high confidence.
» Posted By alissa On 12.12.2009 @ 10:59 am
If I wrote you a letter, would you read it? Would you bask in the glory of my words? Would you love me more, or loathe me for the arogance?
Read my letter. Read it and ignore.
» Posted By Alissa On 03.04.2010 @ 2:44 pm
They told me not to do it, but I couldn’t resist. The gun was just sitting there. Waiting. Waiting for me to pick it up, caress it. And then pick a lucky bastard.
» Posted By Alissa On 03.06.2010 @ 5:09 pm
And then she took another hit. And he just stood there, like the coward he always knew he was. While they hit her over and over again. He closed his eyes and didn;t open them until he heard her fall down and scream.
» Posted By Alissa On 03.10.2010 @ 2:33 pm
» Posted By Alissa On 03.12.2010 @ 6:57 am
I cannot be your lawyer. I cannot be your advocate. Not this time. This time, I don’t believe a word of what you’re saying. You told me you didn’t do it. On the contrary, I believe you did.
» Posted By Alissa On 02.26.2010 @ 3:34 pm
‘Sour’. That’s what she thought it sounded like. His confession. Never, in her whole life, had she heard something so utterly excruciating and filled with hatred.
» Posted By Alissa On 01.31.2010 @ 2:08 pm
they are overwhelming.
schools, careers, friends, jobs, clothes, makeup.
too many options.
I think a list of options is worse than a blank page.
» Posted By Alissa On 01.20.2010 @ 11:45 pm
Every fiber of his being, every vein, every limb, everything was different now. He felt it in every inch of his body. That need, that urge. In that itch he couldn
» Posted By Alissa On 03.19.2010 @ 5:31 pm
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To him, there was no such thing as bad timing. He did everything right, at the right time, in the right place.he couldn’t afford mistakes.
» Posted By Alissa On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am