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I was consumed by the masses. The lights all around me. The busy streets, the honking cars, the bums on every street corner, just looking for some change to feed themselves breakfast.
I became obsessed with the city, the life, the noise, the people. Everything.
I never want to leave this place, New York City is the place for me.
» Posted By kristen On 03.12.2011 @ 2:55 pm
The statement was made, there was nothing else to be said.
You said it, but did you mean it? And if you meant it, don’t ignore it.
you stated the truth, and that’s all there is to it.
» Posted By kristen On 03.10.2011 @ 12:29 pm
She wondered, “why me? Why in this place? Why now?”
he said, “nothing ever can go how you plan. It the way of life”
“Then I shall die” she replied solemnly.
» Posted By kristen On 03.10.2011 @ 12:23 am
I was swept away by the wind that day. It made me feel as though I was taken to another place. Kind of like when Alice fell down the rabbit hole. It made me think about an alternate universe, another place. Where life could be different. My own personal wonderland.
» Posted By Kristen On 03.06.2011 @ 7:13 pm
well theres a bargain, mom says many times. but i don’t care. quality. isn’t that what they say? quality over quantity. how can this be true if its an opinion? should i give mine, or would it just be a cheap trick?
» Posted By Kristen On 02.28.2011 @ 10:24 pm
TABLES-IDK WHAT TO SAY ABOUT TABLES. THEY ARE JUST TABLES. VERY BORING ITEMS OF FURNITURE. SURE, IT’S NICE TO HAVE SOMETHING TO PLACE ITEMS ON, SURE IT’S NICE FOR THAT. BUT THEY USUALLY ARE VERY DULL. FOUR LEGS, THE TOP OF THE TABLE, AND SOME CARVED DESIGN… NOTHING TOO THEM. RATHER BORING.
» Posted By KRISTEN On 02.25.2011 @ 4:53 pm
i wait tables for a living but i hate it. why do i do that but at the same time i love waiting tables the money is good money and sadly i need it for everything i need it to pay rent and to pay for the things that i want like new furniture and new clothes and to pay off all my bills. i need to get some self control with my money so i can be debt free…
» Posted By Kristen On 02.25.2011 @ 2:04 pm
Fruit, yuuum! I love me some mangoes. I once read a book called the girl on mango street or something of that sort. As a matter of fact, I’d like to have me a mango riiiight neow! How about a smoothie?
» Posted By Kristen On 02.22.2011 @ 11:34 pm
She bit into the fruit. Juice dripped down her red-toothed smile and she giggle. “Have a bite,” she laughed. “Go on, take it.” He hesitantly reached for the fruit. Would it be delicious? Poisonous? Yes, she was trying to kill him, after all.
» Posted By Kristen On 02.22.2011 @ 7:05 pm
I was sitting at my kitchen table and all of a sudden roots started to extrude from my outlet. They begin growing very quickly. Eventually a flower bloomed from it. It was like no other flower I have ever seen. IT was droopy and colorful. It had an eyeball.
» Posted By Kristen On 02.22.2011 @ 10:33 am
greeting cards make me happy. when i see them in the store, I smile. I am very happy on my birthdays or on holidays. I get cards on those days.
Sometimes when I am at the grocery store I will just read as many cards as I can before I have to go home. It is truly a fun hobby for me.
I like reading wedding cards the best.
» Posted By kristen On 02.20.2011 @ 8:51 am
Itchy scratchy smelly wet wool sweaters that hang in the hallway after a snow storm.
» Posted By Kristen On 02.17.2011 @ 6:32 am
I left my flat for the sole purpose of getting chocolate. And kind would do really. I was leaning towards ice cream. Nice big tub to sit with on the couch and watch romantic comedies all night long crying about what could have been with my mates. While they try and make it better by saying it just takes time and that everything will be okay in awhile. When they really don’t want to be here and their words aren’t really helping at all.
» Posted By Kristen On 02.15.2011 @ 7:16 am
charge ahead. go do things that you want to but never thought you had the time for or just didn’t make time for. just charge ahead. get to it. go now.
» Posted By kristen On 02.12.2011 @ 12:30 pm
The alarm went off. Hit the snooze. Still it blairs, it squeals. I have no choice but to force open my crusty eyes and see what all the fuss is about. Digging out the sleep, green goo, I focus on the room. Oddly its flashing red. My head is pulsing. The throbbing won’t stop and I have no idea what is going on. I’m crying. I’m crying? No, it’s my mother standing in the doorway. She’s spilling tears and hugging me and I’m all wet. She releases me from her deathly hug and pulls back bloody hands.
» Posted By Kristen On 02.08.2011 @ 8:47 am
I have no desire to write about pills to be honest with you. Of course, that’s probably just because I associate them with so many negative images. People overdosing, people becoming addicted, people with problems, etc. I prefer to think of happier things. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with my writing. I’m too happy. I avoid talking about darker things, and that makes people lose interest…
» Posted By Kristen On 02.06.2011 @ 2:15 pm
the ending of your own life. when the horror of living is greater than the horror of dieing. A thought I’ve had often. A thought many have had before. A thought that will continue.
» Posted By Kristen On 02.05.2011 @ 11:09 am
I want to commit suicide most days of my life. I hate it. I don’t want to feel like this, but I do. The only people that care are my boyfriend and my best friend. I hate my life. I hate everything about it. I Wish I didn’t feel this way. I don’t want to be sad anymore. I want to go back to being happy. I am so tired of everything being so damned hard. I hate this. Why can’t things just be easy like they used to be? God. This is so stupid. Why am I even writing this? Weird. Oh well. I don’t even know where I belong anymore. It isn’t California obviously. But it isn’t here either. It isn’t with this so called family. And it isn’t with those so called friends who all decided to stab me in the back. What the hell am I Supposed to do now? I dont know what I Want to do in my life anymore. :( Ugh. Why is this so damned complicated?
» Posted By Kristen On 02.04.2011 @ 11:24 pm
I was sitting in the darkroom minding my own business when this crazy guy burst into the room screaming about gorillas and how they had captured his grandmother. I guess he was looking for help but I didn’t really know his grandmother and mine always told me never to talk to strangers.
» Posted By Kristen On 02.02.2011 @ 11:47 am
The place in your mind where you haven’t looked into bringing the light of your heart to.
» Posted By Kristen On 02.02.2011 @ 9:23 am
lean on me when you feel bad, mad or sad it doesn’t matter i’ll always be there. you can be lean or you can be long, we’re all strong and we’re all in this together. lean. lean. lean. lean is when you”re in need and we all need to be held up sometimes. there’s nothing wrong with that. lean
» Posted By Kristen On 01.29.2011 @ 11:57 pm
I dropped the box. I didn’t know what to say. He had shocked me. How could he have said that to me? It wasn’t fair. To surprise me, I mean. It wasn’t fair. I looked at the box and the shattered pieces and looked up at him, speechless.
» Posted By Kristen On 01.28.2011 @ 10:30 pm
she dropped off the book like it was nothing. the last piece in the closing of the greatest chapter. a greater chapter than he would ever realize existed. she’d miss it all, even the book she never opened, but she knew she was doing what was best for everyone in that moment. she’d hoped to never cross paths again.
» Posted By kristen On 01.28.2011 @ 12:00 pm
The stickiness in the air held her down as she tried to move. It was no use; her body was paralyzed and she was certain no one would be able to find her. The cellar door was locked, after all.
» Posted By Kristen On 01.25.2011 @ 3:39 pm
I looked into the vortex of darkness, no light, only an endless night for me to drift through. I glanced back to my hooded companion who held his his long staff close to his side, he put his bony hand to my back and gently pushed me from the stone platform. I began to drift upwards and away from him, I wanted to say something but couldn’t find the voice to do so, but he nodded knowingly and waved at me as my eyelids grew heavy as I fell into the endless slumber that the shadows offered with their warm embrace.
» Posted By Kristen On 01.20.2011 @ 2:43 pm
recipes can be difficult to master. Whats so hard about a recipe? All the ingredients are listed you have everything you need all you have to do is follow the rules.i guess you didnt know it was a recipe for disaster when you started this recipe for the” perfect relationship”
» Posted By Kristen On 01.19.2011 @ 11:30 am
Recipes are great. They tell you all sorts of things that you can make. When someone says recipes, I think recipe books. Then I think of Martha Stewart, and then i am brought to the thought of Mrs doubtfire, and how she failed or…he or she…failed at cooking. Recipes are not always so helpful. they just give hints…yeah. that’s all
» Posted By kristen On 01.18.2011 @ 4:22 pm
I do not fully comprehend the concept that has been placed before me. Being as I found this at stumble upon, I am doing as the site suggests and not thinking but rather writing my seemingly uninteresting thoughts for all to see.
» Posted By Kristen On 01.15.2011 @ 9:23 pm
the early edition new is something that not everyone can handle. it means the you hae responsibility. its means you are blessed it means you got lucky. you know how to help and you know what to do. the only thing left is to make the desicion
do you want the power?
» Posted By Kristen On 01.15.2011 @ 7:47 pm
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Pensacola, FL is one of my favorite places in the world. Pulling into the Pensacola Beach parking lot underneath the large beach ball and seeing the clear blue sky contrasted with the crystal blue water is one of the best moments I have all year. And the white sand!
» Posted By Kristen On 01.14.2011 @ 9:42 am