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Misery is something common nowadays. Due to this fact there’s a lot of problems in the society.

» Posted By Crista On 06.29.2017 @ 8:20 am


since i decided to get blacked out drunk last night i forgot that the memories of you would creep back into the very places that i tried to erase you from. see you have this way of always coming back when i want you to be far, far away.

» Posted By crista On 10.14.2012 @ 10:02 am

since i have gone away, i have realized how much i loved knowing what home was.

» Posted By crista On 10.13.2012 @ 1:13 pm

since i last saw you i have changed. i am not the same person that you pretended to know. when you left you took with you a girl who thought she needed someone else to full the void in her heart, in her soul.

» Posted By crista On 10.13.2012 @ 1:12 pm


She sat in front of me, smug expression worthy of being captured and time and worth something. Well, not in the esteem of, let’s say a DiVinci or anything so profound… but perhaps a stamp. Yes, and I would like to be the one to smash that little smudge of ink across it. Of course I won’t. I smile back, plotting quietly.

» Posted By Crista On 12.14.2010 @ 9:28 am

He took one look at me and thinking my occupied look and eyes fixed on the latest collector’s edition meant that I was oblivious, he slowly snaked a hand across the table and stole the topmost stamp from my collection. I was not unaware as he soon learned from the swift kick of my leg with a crack into his kneecap. I turned the page without so much as a glance. He returned the stamp to the top of the pile with a smirk and a wince.

» Posted By Crista On 12.13.2010 @ 5:13 pm


i used to knit scarves for those i love. now i barely pick up my knitting needles. they lie somewhere in a filing drawer in my desk. i just want to find someone to knit for for. so far, i have no one. i want someone with a cold neck

» Posted By crista On 07.17.2008 @ 12:22 pm


cigarettes are intoxicating and sweet and brilliant and addicting. it’s a wonder why more people aren’t addicted — yet so many people are. what a strange drug. perhaps they wont turn out to be so harmful – maybe it’s all in our heads. maybe we’re all going to die. who knows?

» Posted By crista On 09.02.2009 @ 11:07 am


i am not running away from you, i am trying to run towards you. it seems like i keep pushing you away, but i really need you at this moment. you’ve pushed me away before, and came running back. now this is my turn dammit. let me run

» Posted By crista On 07.12.2008 @ 6:19 am


there is a cone sitting in the corner. It’s made of only fabric and string. I don’t know why it’s there. Maybe an alien put in there in the night because it certainly wasn’t there when I went to sleep and now it’s there. Now, I’m awake. I don’t think I”ll move it. There might be spiders living under it. Or, maybe, some type of rat. I’m more afraid of spiders than a rat. I couldn’t kill a rat but I can kill a spider without feeling remorse. Times up!

» Posted By Crista On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

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