Just messy

i’m inside the mess of my bedroom inside the mess of my life crying the messiest tears wearing the messiest closthes with the messiest hair listening to unmessy music. the Music Maiden has on the saddest song she could find for me. Got to love that. I should be studying my American Lit. but I’m […]

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“What do I do now?”

a short writing. i really can’t see the screen through the tears. is that like seeing the forest from the trees? perhaps. more importantly, does it matter. i haven’t been able to pull myself together all day. tried and tried and tried to study for this American Lit test but my head keeps bombing out. […]

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trust me?

spell check still diabled. dog nmad blogger. We’ve been studying hard all day for the stupid American Lit test with the psychotic, meanie professor on Monday. He is a jerk and no body likes him. I got some stuff at Walmart to make bracelets today and when every one is done writing and studying then […]

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The Cold, Soft Truth

I guess it’s been a while since writing. Don’t know why. I do know that this weekend is reserved for studying for a major test on Monday, but we wanted to write anyway. You see, we have a problem. We aren’t getting better. Can’t find the voices that inspired us and motivated us to trudge […]

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Her hair is curled, her make-up on. Her clothes are nice, although a little loose. She wants to go home, but she does not have one. She is made of ash and what comes from ash returns to ash. It is becoming late late late. She suffocates on her hopelessness and despair. She looks in […]

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