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to be honest everyody should be logical. okay like i know yall use emotions a lot because like u have feelings. but like pls think logically but also some emotional appeals. be considerate

» Posted By nelly On 09.21.2018 @ 1:25 am


I’m here because of a link on another site, so I think it was casual.
I love this word, makes me think that in my life where be beautiful and unexpected things that are coming.

» Posted By Nelly On 09.25.2016 @ 6:41 am


I wish that life was like the movies. You wake up to a killer soundtrack, things get a little bumpy in the middle, but by the end you’ve fallen in love and you’re having a blast as the credits roll….

» Posted By Nelly On 09.30.2015 @ 12:52 pm


“Listen. I can’t stop you from putting on that harness, but I can do everything in my power to convince you not to” She whispered from beside me. I shook my head. For years, I’d been waiting to join the National Army. Now that the time had finally come, the one person I’d trusted my hopes and dreams to was discouraging my? “Sally, I’ve got to do this.”

» Posted By Nelly On 02.20.2015 @ 6:03 pm



» Posted By NELLY On 06.11.2012 @ 8:12 pm


Necessity is a need. Necessity is often confused with want. I graduated yesterday and went to a girl’s open house today that’s in my class. Her house was a small trailer. Not many people were at her party. And she had on really old clothes. I had on a new dress at my party and tons of friends were there. I am really blessed. I don’t need new clothes or more money. She does.

» Posted By Nelly On 06.02.2012 @ 6:31 pm


He seems to be in another level. I know he’s not; I get better grades than him, and behave better in school. Yet I know if he tried, he’d get really good grades, but he just doesn’t. I feel like all his friends like him and a bunch of my friends either like him or at least think he’s cute. But I guess that’s how he feels. Heck, his best friend has a crush on me. But I don’t know how he feels at all. He just seems to be a closed door to me, the knob is right there, waiting for me to turn it. But every time I reach out or get close to it, it moves back, way from me.

» Posted By Nelly On 08.03.2011 @ 11:23 pm


I don’t know anything about my roots. Nothing about my past. Nothing. I have no idea who my ancestors are, where they came from, what kind of people they were. I’m scared to ask my parents, there must be a reason why they kept it from me when I used to ask. They always averted that conversation, suddenly wanting to talk about how the food was or what toys I had played with. I went along with it. I was too naive to understand and was too busy wanting to answer their question since they hardly ever asked those questions.

» Posted By Nelly On 08.01.2011 @ 4:37 pm


blahh blahhh blaaahh

» Posted By Nelly On 07.20.2011 @ 5:25 pm

He was violent. I had never seen him like that before. He had changed. It didn’t matter that after he hurt me he said he loved me. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was who I was when I was with him. I was someone different. Different from my sister. My sister was strong, she would have told someone the first time he did it. But I didn’t, I was weak. And it didn’t matter how many times he did it. There were flashes I saw sometimes right after he hit me. You could tell he didn’t know what was going on, like his hand, bunched up and so close to my face wasn’t his. Like he didn’t know why I had so many bruises. An I felt sorry for him, his dad was doing the same thing to him.

» Posted By Nelly On 07.20.2011 @ 3:00 pm


megaphonee, blaaahhh. i just noticed how the purple bar messuring the time turns from light to dark/

» Posted By Nelly On 07.19.2011 @ 9:36 pm


I’m honest. I swear. But ask my friends if they’re honest to me and i know for a fact that they”ll lie that they are. But I know the signs of when they’re lying. One laughs too much, making it obvious. Another one’s face starts to turn extremely red. And yet another one won’t look you in the eye at all, suddenly finding an interest in the carpet or on a spot above my head . I know these signs by heart, having seen them on so many sunny, hot days, when we decide to meet up for the summer. Yet I can’t help but be honest to them.

» Posted By Nelly On 06.30.2011 @ 2:37 pm


You could say my dad is history. But to me he’s not. To me he’s still here. He still cares about his lonely family that is still learning how to live without him. His family that would give anything to go back in time and try to make this all end differently. You can say he’s dead. But he’s not history.

» Posted By Nelly On 06.23.2011 @ 5:56 pm


intense. intense is the aura i feel when you turn to me. when i know i was late. that face i’ve never caught on camera. those dark, dark eyes looking at me with rage, not green like they were that night when i fell in love with you. intense is how i feel when i know i’m late from where we were supposed to meet and i know what will happen when i get in the car. what you will do to me. i won’t even be able to get a word out, to tell you what happened. to explain.

» Posted By Nelly On 06.22.2011 @ 1:33 pm

It was so intense the day I decide to audition. I was going to play acoustic guitar and sing in front of millions of people. I got on stage and started playing the guitar even before i was supposed to, i was so nervous. The guy told me to slow down and to start when he told me to.

» Posted By Nelly On 06.22.2011 @ 1:26 pm


The corner were I saw you… you were all alone. I felt that way too, but surrounded by so many other people. I wanted to be there. In that corner. With you. I would feel so much less lonely. But there I was, surrounded by all those people, alone.

» Posted By Nelly On 06.09.2011 @ 10:56 am


green, gross, i hate it, especially mint chocolate and mint ice cream, mint ruins every other food

» Posted By Nelly On 05.27.2011 @ 12:50 pm


there is a wasteland full of waste
its not full of bad things but things that ive learned and things that are not being put to use but i will come back to this land when i’ve used all i can of the once useful things and dispose of them to come and grab a handful of waste and beautiful things make them new discoveries that will be used and not used just to be used again. this waste is one thing that can be thrown away and picked back up and think that nothing is really garbage.

» Posted By nelly On 05.13.2011 @ 5:29 pm


I have done everything i can in life. All i hope is that i can leave others with the same charge i was left with. Be who you are.

» Posted By Nelly On 05.07.2009 @ 3:15 am


ugh i just did the same word, it’s so annoying and i dont know what to write at all… well i guess i’ll talk about my friend that nobody likes her at school and everyone makes fun of her … i cant do anything about it cuz we dont go to the same school

» Posted By NELLY On 01.31.2009 @ 11:22 pm


So when you do something really nice you get rewarded with something cool, like a new notebook, or a giant mecha, because how awesome would it be to be rewarded with a giant robot? That would be sweet. like, beyond all sense of reason. Good times, giant robots. Wootness.

» Posted By Nelly On 03.22.2009 @ 6:50 pm


sad funneral, some one just got news of an illness, putting an animal to sleep,

» Posted By nelly On 07.17.2008 @ 6:44 am

sad funneral, some one just got news of an illness, putting an animal to sleep,

» Posted By nelly On 07.17.2008 @ 6:44 am


I wish I could hover above myself sometimes and watch me make the choices I make. I want to see my facial expressions when I speak, when I move, when I just sit there and gaze off into space. I want to see what everyone else sees on my face when they see me. It’s the ultimate character study.

» Posted By Nelly On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


Sharon punched in the code entering the schools hall which had been turned into an art gallery by the teachers. Works of ‘art’ by sudents of questionable ability assulted her eyes as

» Posted By Nelly On 08.09.2009 @ 6:09 pm


A person was once startled by a man standing at the end of the road. He wasn’t doing anything in particular, just standing and watching the stars at the corner of two streets. It was around eleven at night and someone was walking back from an overnight at a friend’s house she had decided not to stay for when she happened to come across this strange, contemplating man.

» Posted By Nelly On 11.03.2008 @ 5:36 pm

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