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help

I’m afraid of asking for help. If you ask for help then you’re admitting that you need it and therefore need someone. When you need someone though there’s a greater chance for disappointment and a greater chance of them leaving you. If you don’t ask for help then you can’t get hurt. You don’t have to rely on others because sometimes your own shadow even leaves you in the darkness.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 09.26.2012 @ 11:40 am

before

Before it came to its bitter end, we were happy. Nobody believes me when I say that, though. They think it’s just my way to cover it all up. I can tell you though, I’ve known happiness, and I’ve known true love. But that was all before….

» Posted By Kaitlin On 09.24.2012 @ 1:40 pm

You know, before I was mature, life was more fun. Before all the bills, the stress, the waking up and going to work, even when you really don’t want to. The lawyers, the restraining order, the deployment, the PTSD, before all of this happened to him. Life was more fun before.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 09.24.2012 @ 11:17 am

afraid

I used to be afraid of the dark. Now I’m afraid of the emptiness. Don’t you think that’s the evolution of things? When we’re younger everything seems so simple. We are afraid of the dark. Why? Because the boogey man might be in the closet. Or a monster under our bed. It is the unknown we are afraid of but we don’t know that. All we know is that there could be something out there but we don’t know what it is. Now, being all grown up. Yeah, grown up. In my whole 21 years of life… I am afraid of the emptiness that comes with the unknown. The emptiness that comes with my failed relationship, my empty house, and my dark, cold room. That is the evolution of life. Simplicity turns to complex anxiety in a matter of a few years. Good luck with that.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 09.24.2012 @ 11:09 am

begin

In the beginning, God created the world; and throughout the years, humanity ruined it. The word beginning implies an ending, thus, I hate the word.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 09.20.2012 @ 4:38 pm

together

I always enjoy being together. It makes me happy to think that all I have to do is call my friends and we can be together. I like spending time with my family.

» Posted By kaitlin On 09.18.2012 @ 6:08 am

substances

I have absolutely no idea what this word means. It makes be think of SUB as is substituting for something else, and STANCE as in a position of readiness and then its all plural. So to me this means changing your position.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 08.08.2012 @ 2:59 pm

adviser

I have no idea what “adviser” means but when i think about it i think of someone in control o guiding you through something.. or maybe even that type of cap that shades the sun. Who knows and who cares.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 07.11.2012 @ 1:15 pm

bucket

When you think of life, you think of your past, your present, and your future and what you will be and where you will end up and simply how everything will come about. That’s why i have a bucket list to help me stir up ides that get my life interesting and new and exciting.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 07.08.2012 @ 2:30 pm

detention

As I sat in detention, I really thought about what I had done to deserve such a punishment. It was unfair, really. I got caught doing what almost everyone at the school had done before and never been caught doing. The correct punishment would have been a warning, but since that specific teacher did not like me–detention it is.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 07.06.2012 @ 11:09 pm

framework

In this picture, I see us laying
together
touching
arms embracing
grabbing at nothing
twisting tightly just for the sake of doing so.

» Posted By kaitlin On 06.17.2012 @ 5:59 pm

brief

Moments that you wish lasted forever but end in a blink. Brief is longing, brief is a tease. I do not like any brief thing.

» Posted By kaitlin On 06.13.2012 @ 11:08 am

A short amount of explaining, like, you don’t explain a lot, like for example, a brief presentation would be like, explaining the main idea, without many details. You do not explain much about the little things, just the core ideas. Brief can also be commonly called, “touching the subject”, like briefly talking about something.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 06.12.2012 @ 9:44 pm

A short amount of explaining, like, you don’t explain a lot, like for example, a brief presentation would be like, explaining the main idea, without many details

» Posted By Kaitlin On 06.12.2012 @ 9:42 pm

cap

if every single person in the entire world smiled at the same exact time and held that smile for eternity, the world would be a brighter place and we would all have far more friends than enemies. lifes too short, smile!

» Posted By Kaitlin On 06.03.2012 @ 9:56 pm

temper

I hate temper I have a really bad one that comes out at times, theres hardly any warning and all of a sudden I just rage, I hate it when other people do it to me and also when I do it myself, it sucks really.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 03.25.2012 @ 8:55 pm

residue

I see the residue of the ways the tears have left your skin. And I realise what I have done.
For Ill always blame myself.
No longer will you live faithfully to yourself.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 03.23.2012 @ 5:08 pm

fixed

Why would anyone want to be fixed?
People are one of the most beautiful creations. We have been put through the evolutionary test. We are descended from beings who were the smartest, fastest, bravest, most resourceful of our ancestors. In fact nothing like us has every been created.

We don’t need to be “fixed.” We need to embrace who we are and believe in ourselves and our abilities.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 03.21.2012 @ 11:21 pm

sweat

She could feel his body pressed up against her, hot and kissed with sweat. She could feel his heavy breaths wash against the back of her neck as his hands slowly traced the hem of her jeans, taunting her, begging her to let him continue. She wanted him, and he wasn’t about to let her forget that.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 03.03.2012 @ 12:00 pm

carnival

clowns, toys, rides, money, riding a rollar coaster. the one time that i tried to win a prize at a carnival game and lost sixty dollars. lesson learned. Still want to win that damn stuffed animal. Riding a ride with a boyfriend, being able to run around with friends. good memories

» Posted By Kaitlin On 02.13.2012 @ 6:59 pm

butterfly

As they were walking down a narrow hedge lined path, Sylvia outstretched both of her arms, closed her eyes, and began to run her hands over the meticulously maintained mountain laruel hedges that had just began to flower to guide her way. Peter walked cautiously behind his free spirited best friend, trying not to trip over the rocky earth beneath him while listening to Sylvia drone on about another theory she had read about in her father’s library. After knowing her for over 15 years, Peter had developed a way to tune her out yet still listen to what she said. He would often just observe the world around him and appreciate the beauty that he was surrounded by. That was the difference between the two of them; Sylvia was oblivious to everything around her, whereas Peter saw every little detail. For instance, Peter noticed the single wispy cloud that was slowly drifting through the seemingly endless cornflower blue sky, the way the sun shone perfectly into the maze-like path, illuminating each slightly yellowing leaf, the delicately angelic butterfly fluttering through crispy late winter air, and even the small purple daisy petal that was intertwined in Sylvia’s thickly curled golden chestnut hair.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 02.08.2012 @ 9:08 pm

orbit

The hypnotic sound of the waves gently rolling onto the coarse-grained sand, and retreating with a sloshing fizzle, put me in a euphoric trance of wandering thoughts. I began to ponder about the wonders of natural life and creation. I was in awe at the fact that a giant rock orbiting the earth was responsible for the breathtakingly powerful tides of the sea.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 02.06.2012 @ 11:30 pm

sacred

The coin-sized brass talisman was sacred to the Wambegter’s famliy. It had been in their family for many generations and was rumored to have been used in the killing of a pack of werewolves in 16th century England.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 02.05.2012 @ 8:41 am

odds

The odds of us amounting to anything more than friends is very slim. Whenever we walk around campus together, people mistake us for a couple. It’s not as if we’re holding hands, or waking close to each other, I guess it’s the way that we talk, the way that we lock eyes, how we can’t wipe that smile off our faces. That doesn’t matter anymore though because you have a girlfriend. Even though my feelings for you have intensified, I can’t tell you.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 01.29.2012 @ 10:44 pm

hinge

I have came unhinged, dwindling into this hole of depression. Every waking second of my existence has been shattered by the loss of you. You were my world, you were my everything. I loved you with every living fiber of my body, and now you’re gone. I’m left broken by the thought of you leaving me for someone else; a shell of my former self. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’ think. I can’t function. I can’t do anything without having a constant reminder of you. I look at that shabby old guitar that we bought together on our first real vacation away together just resting in the shadowed corner of my room, and I just remember you teaching me how to play while I was nestled in the security of your warm chest. I remember being so enamored by you in those moments that I wasn’t really aware of anything going on around me. I hate thinking of precious memories like these; they remind me of the emptiness that you’ve left me with. Moments of recollection like this make my eyes well up with hot, salty tears that sting when they overflow, and erratically course down my cheeks. A single tear turns into violent sobs that sometimes last for hours. My eyes are swollen and raw from the constant streams of tears.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 01.24.2012 @ 12:55 am

I have came unhinged, dwindling into this hole of depression. Every waking second of my existence has been shattered by the loss of you. You were my world, you were my everything. I loved you with every living fiber of my body, and now you’re gone. I’m left broken by the thought of you leaving me for someone else; a shell of my former self. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’ think. I can’t function. I can’t do anything without having a constant reminder of you. I look at that shabby old guitar that we bought together on our first real vacation away together just resting in the shadowed corner of my room, and I just remember you teaching me how to play while I was nestled in the security of your warm chest. I remember being so enamored by you in those moments that I wasn’t really aware of anything going on around me. I hate thinking of precious memories like these; they remind me of the emptiness that you’ve left me with. Moments of recollection like this make my eyes well up with hot, salty tears that sting when they overflow, and erratically course down my cheeks. A single tear turns into violent sobs that sometimes last for hours. My eyes are swollen and raw from the constant streams of tears.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 01.24.2012 @ 12:50 am

desert

I don’t like this word..It reminds me of the hot and nasty summer camping trips that I used to go on with my family.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 12.28.2011 @ 11:41 pm

passionate

I just did this. Love, lust, art, pain. Extreme feeling. Something i lack. I briefly experienced passion this weekend, Dancing, kissing, feeling. It was liberating and wonderful. I felt at ease, relaxed. Completed. I wish I was more romantic.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 10.31.2011 @ 9:25 pm

husband

He was everything, and nothing at the same time. He was faithful and unfaithful. He was her husband, her other half. Not her better half, simply her other half. And to the world, they were beautiful. In bed, they were beautiful. But separately, they did not fit. It was the most beautiful un-fit ever.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 10.30.2011 @ 1:36 pm

mutual

it was a mutual decision. a mutual end to a mutual life that had began with a mutual decision to become more than friends. She hated that word, mutual, it pertained a feeling of hopelessness. A word she used to describe to everyone how the end came to be. An awful lie.

» Posted By Kaitlin On 10.19.2011 @ 12:47 am

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