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I can’t do anything about it even if I do it’s useless it won’t make a difference. I don’t know why I just a, so … helpless everything I try and do doesn’t work . there’s just npthing I have nothing so why even try

» Posted By Taryn On 02.04.2019 @ 8:51 pm


Mom sends us into the kitchen like her personal squad on Sundays, lets us do the work she does alone on weekdays. She expects no praise, we expect medals of honor for our efforts.

» Posted By Taryn On 11.03.2013 @ 7:41 pm


Once there was a compass that belonged to a boy. The compass could show him who his true love was. He followed the compass everywhere until one day it laid upon a beautiful girl. He walked up to her and realized she had one too. They kissed and it was true love.

» Posted By Taryn On 01.12.2013 @ 7:52 pm


My dad was bor in July. 62 years ago, in a small southern village in Lebanon, wonder what life was like. There are no pictures, no documents, no memories apart from those in his head that exist as proof of existence there.

» Posted By Taryn On 12.08.2012 @ 6:05 am


Simple is easy. It’s comfortable. It’s something that we all wish life could be. It’s nostalgia; we look back to when times were “simpler” because they were comfortable to us. Simplicity is something we will always long for, and probably never receive. Fin.

» Posted By Taryn On 12.06.2012 @ 8:34 am


people are cool. i generally like them, unless they are people stupid. i love walking in crowds of people who know how to walk in a crowd. I generally enjoy their company. Some people are amazing while others just suck.

» Posted By Taryn On 09.22.2012 @ 10:10 pm


I want for us to be together
I miss you
I know you miss me
I love you
Do you love me still?
I’m never giving up
Because it’s how we belong.
Please don’t end up with the worng girl
Because I’m the right girl.
For you.
Please stay with me. Stay with me. Sty with me.

» Posted By Taryn On 09.18.2012 @ 3:00 am


for the passed 3 months I have been struggling, struggling to accept, to change, and to let go. it got better the last two weeks, better than I imagined it could get. and now it’s resurfacing worse than it was 2 weeks ago. i refuse to let this stay inside my head and pick apart my brain and infect the progress that’s been made between us.

» Posted By taryn On 08.27.2012 @ 6:24 pm


Kindle is hard to type on. Racket. Loud. Annoying. Irritating. Unstoppablee. Cannot ignore it. Unavoidable.

» Posted By Taryn On 06.10.2012 @ 8:11 pm


to chat. like awkward silence with words. when you don’t know what to say because nothing meaningful can be exchanged between the participants. or when you don’t really want to talk anyway. fake i guess.

» Posted By Taryn On 06.09.2012 @ 10:43 am

to chat. to talk i guess. nothing really meaningful, maybe a few laughs and giggles. something you do with people you don’t feel close to or you haven’t seen in so long that nothing substantial can come from any conversation. like awkward silence.

» Posted By Taryn On 06.09.2012 @ 10:39 am


The old trunk looked quite dusty and alone, sitting on the floor of the attic. it’s what drew her eys, and once she noticed it, it seemed to shift the room, to become it’s centre. She decided that was where she needed to start. Weren’t old trunks in movies always the source of information and mystery?

» Posted By Taryn On 01.03.2012 @ 3:49 pm


I had an epiphany last night. Water was going to make cars run someday. There would be an alternative energy source. One not as corrupt as gasoline.

» Posted By Taryn On 11.01.2011 @ 5:21 pm


Dull seems to be a pretty clearly defined word. Boring, lame, nothing interesting. There are many things in my life that i could describe as dull, first being my boyfriend. Things with him and i have been completely dull. It is a lack of spice, it is nothing new. It’s like having a knife that can’t cut anything. it’s confusing and i don

» Posted By taryn On 10.17.2011 @ 2:26 pm


given too often not taken enough. though it has a place it is often better to learn and decide for yourself rather than depending on the advice of others and even if they give it will you take it?

» Posted By Taryn On 10.16.2011 @ 9:37 am


i want to do me, i want to do what i want to do. i want to major in anthropology, i want to learn about culture. i want to go to the college i want to go to, i want to stay, but i want to go. i want to please myself. be myself. not find myself. i’m sick of trying to find myself, i want to be myself. i want to know what pleases me.
pleases me.
pleases ME.
not anyone else.

» Posted By Taryn On 09.24.2011 @ 3:23 pm


dress, chinese, spiders, worms, butterflies, corn, blankets, hair, pajamas, sheets,

» Posted By Taryn On 08.23.2011 @ 7:54 pm


violet is one of my favorite colors it is the colors of flowers and the color of affection to me. It is also the name of a flower. I like how it can be the name of two things. A lot of people call it purple but is violet really a different color than purple? hmmm…

» Posted By Taryn On 07.21.2011 @ 4:07 pm


We like to complain about how no one is genuine anymore; like this is some sort of symptom for the sickness of our era. but honesty is painful, and probably always has been. if anything,

» Posted By Taryn On 06.30.2011 @ 5:37 pm


Having strong morals isn’t black and white. It isn’t always as easy as deciding not to do something wrong or right. It’s not always easy, and you’re not always going to know if you made the right decision. In the end, all you can do is what makes YOU feel right, and go from there.

» Posted By Taryn On 06.26.2011 @ 8:16 pm


I have a belief that everyone has the ability to be good. Some embrace that ability, some disgard it. Those who embrace it are the strong, the rest are weak.

» Posted By Taryn On 06.19.2011 @ 12:26 am


The sun rose out of the ocean, for a new day. A new beginning, a fresh start. It was born again. Ive always said I want to be just like the moon, peaceful and serene. But today is my chance to shine like the sun.

» Posted By Taryn On 06.10.2011 @ 12:28 pm


It’s ludicrously expensive, and made out of old dinosaurs. Won’t we eventually run out of dinosaurs? Why haven’t we already by now? It stinks and it’s awful, why isn’t there another fuel source by now? I thought hemp was viable?

» Posted By Taryn On 04.15.2011 @ 9:52 pm


i sit on you. you hold me. sometimes its uncomfortable, but for th most part it’s pretty nice. a warm summer day. relaxing on the bench. reading a book. or magazine. laying out. wishing you were a beach chair.

» Posted By taryn On 02.24.2011 @ 4:44 am


mango’s are amazing!

» Posted By taryn On 02.22.2011 @ 8:06 pm


all your sorrow and pain. Let it all out and flow away from you. Draining it will leave you free to smile and leave you full of joy. Because let’s face it. Life is full of enjoyment and there is so much to smile about.

» Posted By Taryn On 01.16.2011 @ 12:45 pm


affection is quite possibly the most important trait in a person. if you don’t receive it, you get needy. if you don’t give it, you get lonely. or dumped. i crave the daily confirmation that i am loved. don’t you?

» Posted By taryn On 11.27.2010 @ 10:46 am


I am a reader. A reader of emotions, of expressions, of feelings, of vibes. Reading is a skill, a talent of sorts. It is a burden that I am expected to bear.

» Posted By Taryn On 11.07.2010 @ 1:54 pm


I have always been driven to be the best, and now that i am paralyzed from the chest down, i don’t know how to be anything anymore. Simple tasks i used to take for granted i now find myself incapable of even trying to perform. I wish i had the luxury to cry about it and complain that life- my life- isn’t fair. Yet i do nothing but keep trying. If i complain i give in, and if i give in that means i give up. In my position i can never give up or i would be killing myself in a cowardly way. Now, i don’t try to be the best, but i try to be better. Better than i am now and better than i ever was before. Maybe i can be the best me how i am now or maybe not. The only way i will know is if i try.

» Posted By Taryn On 07.23.2010 @ 12:27 am


Lost. Alone. Forgotten. That’s how I felt as I sat curled up on the hard wood floor. How could they have left me? I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, all I could do was think. Think about what was forgotten.

» Posted By Taryn On 07.12.2010 @ 5:59 pm

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