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I can’t tell you how difficult this has become. Maybe I shouldn’t have visited, but I had to see you. I just don’t understand what happened to us, and you must explain. Please explain. My blood boils with uncertainty and I can’t go on this way. Tell me to go if you feel there’s nothing more for us.
» Posted By Jeanne On 07.09.2016 @ 4:54 am
Sobbing, which always reminds me of sopping. Like, sopping wet, or sopping up a spill. my eyes are sopping, so they drip. but i use my hankie to sop up my sobs.
» Posted By Jeanne On 01.30.2016 @ 5:37 pm
We pretend we are just like everyone else. We hope no one notices the little differences we camouflage with the proper colors (really, Pantone? Baby blue and baby pink?!!) and lipstick, but we know it’s just a fascade.
» Posted By Jeanne On 01.18.2016 @ 6:44 pm
I wish that I wasn’t so obsessed with calories. and then i give up and overeat so very much. and the truth is, that it’s about health. i eat so poorly. and i wish i could be healthier. but it’s so ridiculous. I wish that we could just lose weight.
» Posted By Jeanne On 01.17.2016 @ 6:00 pm
I feel confident about only a few things. It is really the lack which defines this word for me. I wish that, like Mr. Roger’s, I had confidence in the goodness in people. But it is something I will work at. I wish I had confidence in my own abilities, but again, I work. I am confident the sun will rise tomorrow.
» Posted By Jeanne On 01.14.2016 @ 3:04 am
Rural places scare me. They are so lonely they are so easy to hide in. There aren’t enough people around to keep you safe from bears. or from the people who would hurt you. because there are all kinds of people who will hurt you and the only thing stopping them is that there are other people watching. it is the fear of being caught that prevents problems. and it’s dub. because I know that isn’t really how it works.
» Posted By Jeanne On 01.13.2016 @ 2:59 am
I am so done. I hate this, feeling insecure all the time, flinching when someone touches me. I can’t continue to live like this, I have to do something, but what? What could I honestly do that would make me forget that night I promised to never look back on. I hate that I’m still vulnerable, because of him, because of that monster.
» Posted By Jeanne On 01.03.2016 @ 12:44 pm
Sweet and chewy it’s a delight. It never fails to bring joy to the world and the faces of children. Caramel of all thing in the world, was the one thing Kala was really good at making.
It was a simple process, really. Just melt the sugar and once it reaches the hard crack stage, take it off the heat, put it in square molds, and there you have it, caramel.
» Posted By Jeanne On 11.14.2014 @ 1:35 pm
She placed it gently, fearing that it might just break or crack. It has been many months of hard work and anxiety. She would never ruin it just because of a moment’s carelessness or sloppiness.
» Posted By jeanne On 01.04.2013 @ 1:33 am
The wind had blown
The movie shown
The popcorn now long gone
» Posted By Jeanne On 10.19.2012 @ 5:30 pm
Oh Gross! I put my hand down on the chair arm and it’s covered!
the dog’s damn slobber! It’s wet and gross!
I’m gonna throw up now.
Just wash your hands, I’ll get the chair cleaned up!
» Posted By Jeanne On 10.11.2012 @ 7:58 pm
The air smelled fresh, like right after a spring shower, which was unusual since it was summer and there was not rain. I had to wonder what kind of emissions would cause this seemingly nice, but ultimately dangerous, phenomenon. Amazing, I thought, as I watch people mill around like nothing was a awry.
» Posted By Jeanne On 10.10.2012 @ 1:48 pm
The scene was chaotic. People were coming to check out the rumble, machines were whining as they cut through metal. The cars were stuck like jigsaw puzzles melted together. The cops were just arriving when the event really explode.
» Posted By Jeanne On 10.05.2012 @ 11:32 am
the walls are bare and need something, I think. But what? It’s worse than an empty page. So much possibility. So much space to fill. Can I do it? Am I up to the challenge? Can I swing this one again?
Of course, you ninny. Only you stop yourself. Only you question your greatness. Only you see the empty half of the glass.
I know but how can I change?
Take a step. See the wall and its possibilities. See the playground before you. Simply See!
» Posted By Jeanne On 10.04.2012 @ 6:46 pm
light fuses with electricity as my heart fuses with yours souls fuse together when in love and eyes fuse to gory scenes as if they were watching a horror movie and loving every nasty detail fuses allow us to power dreams thoughts wishes and shape dreams in their wake i fuse you with a smoldering glance as you leave me gasping for air with your smile fusion occurs only when two of anything meld together like some giant amorphous one celled organism let that be us as our emotionfuses with our intellect perfect fusion of heart mind body and soul as we sleep tonight and wait until morning
» Posted By Jeanne On 07.23.2012 @ 9:04 pm
I wonder if carrying the torch is an old saying related tom the Olympics or if it has to do with medieval people trying tomkeepmthose they love warm. Torch has negative connotations when related to race relations in the U.S.
» Posted By Jeanne On 03.19.2012 @ 10:59 am
We had a swing set when we were kids that my folks bought from the the room school I went to for 4 years after it closed. It was huge, with cement blocks to hold the feet so it wouldn’t fall over. We spent many many hours on those swings. It even moved when we did when I was in 6th grade.
» Posted By Jeanne On 03.07.2012 @ 8:36 am
Yuck I hate to sweat, but when it’s hot and I can come in and shower. That’s lovely. And the flowers appreciate my sweat. Done.
» Posted By Jeanne On 03.03.2012 @ 1:23 pm
kills people and animals. harry potter. potions. bug sprays and.. alcohol can also be poison? rat poison! poison ivy. snakes, venom.
» Posted By jeanne On 08.21.2011 @ 7:25 pm
I never wanted to be a trophy wife, or a trophy anything. For me, it was always that one soccer trophy I treasured, before I realized I wasn’t even that good at playing. Being 6 was easy.
» Posted By jeanne On 07.19.2011 @ 7:55 am
Sideburns are brillant , The 10th doctor had it ! And damn , it suited him . But i’m from swiss and speak french as my mothertonghue so i may be mistaken on what’s a sideburn , but I don’t think so…Well sideburns are cool , like fez =P
» Posted By jeanne On 05.30.2011 @ 10:01 am
roar! dinosaurs are giant scary creatures. They like to eat all kinds of people! Black people, white people, asain people, greek people, it doesnt even matter to them.
They also eat plants! all kinds of plants! green plants, pink plants, yellow plants,
» Posted By Jeanne On 05.04.2011 @ 10:03 am
An example of love is seeing two kids sharing an ice cream, careless and happy. it’s a guy telling a girl that she’s the most beautiful girl on earth, and he means it from the bottom of his heart. it’s a friend who stands up for his or her friend, whenever and whatever happens.
» Posted By Jeanne On 03.05.2011 @ 7:28 pm
an example of love is when a guy sees a girl as the most beautiful, the most sexy, the most perfect, the most lovely girl in the whole wide world. for example, when a guy tells a girl that she’s “good”, he doesn’t really love, he’s just into her and wants to.. well, you know. when he tells her she’s “beautiful”, he MUST mean it and be absolutely and totally sure of it. unless he’s not sincere, he shouldn’t make her believe she’s the one for he’s the one for her.
» Posted By jeanne On 03.05.2011 @ 7:20 pm
I would love to be inside a dark room. This is where all of my thinking is done and it allows me to be happy and myself and not have to worry about how other people think of me. Sometimes I know this is the safest place and I want to be there, but sometimes its bad for me because I will cry when nothing is wrong.
» Posted By Jeanne On 02.02.2011 @ 7:12 pm
i deny that i ever loved you i deny that you ever loved me and deny that it mattered anyways i deny that i ever cared i deny that i still think about you i deny that i may have loved you i deny that you are amazing i deny that you are truly awesome
» Posted By jeanne On 11.27.2008 @ 6:03 pm
I tried, but I have nothing. Absolutely nothing that would give you any pleasure at all. I’d give you my heart if I thought that was what you wanted, but I’ve learned that it really isn’t. I’d offer you an apple, or a slice of cheese, or a newly-turned autumn leaf, if that would bring a smile to your face.
» Posted By Jeanne On 12.25.2008 @ 5:14 pm
A lock of his hair was in the back of the drawer. Dusty, separating, but it was my baby’s hair. Where had that baby gone? Who is this man who cares for me now, this man who inspires children?
» Posted By Jeanne On 01.28.2009 @ 8:54 pm
damn… it’s early and I want 3 more hours of sleep.. not gonna git it. nope.. the air smells like fall and I like that… ah.. to just give to the muse of sleep and let her have a go at me.. I can hardly imagine it.
» Posted By jeanne On 09.23.2009 @ 5:37 am
Back To Stats Page
It was messy.. but the colour was amazing.. I dipped the brush in and let sprinkle on me… Purple .. my favorite colour.. what the hell
I took the brush and ran the paint up my thigh.. and down the other one.. It felt good. I was thrilled
» Posted By jeanne On 09.18.2009 @ 4:05 am