February 2011
54 posts
what's her name? and all votes are anonymous. i am already starting to feel like an idiot for even agreeing to go into purgatory.
Her name is, Brenna. At least you can say you tried! It’s just for fun! Don’t feel like an idiot! :)
a woman's body get's rid of the same amount of potential human life every month as an abortion, so how about we try ending periods before we try to get rid of planned parenthood.
Valentines Day 2/14/11
Today has been very boring.. but pretty satisfying. I got an amazing package in the mail today :) I got lots of sweet things said to me and I even got flowers and yummy treats. I bitched about the stupid girls boasting about their flowers and claims of best boyfriend ever, because a lot of those girls boyfriends have asked me for nudes more than once and I’ve literally seen them cheat on their girlfriends (not with me) and treat their girls like garbage 90% of the time! lol I’m also PMSing, and beyond sad I didn’t get to spend this day.. or ANY day for that matter, with the man I love :’(
Grammar isn't that difficult.
If “it’s just the internet..” is your lame excuse as to why you can’t use proper grammar.. I wish you’d come up with a better one.. because I’m 100% positive if you’re too lazy to use, your, you’re, two, to, too, then, than, their, there, they’re, Tara and me, Tara and I, correctly on Facebook, Aim, Twitter etc.. I’m guessing you’re too lazy to use it correctly in school, writing papers, letters, notes, speaking and everywhere else. It’s alright to admit you don’t know the differences.. but it’s not alright, that you don’t go out of your way to correct them. Idiots. Google it.. give yourself an English lesson. It’s not hard..
I’m sorry I wont be reachable for days, I’m cutting myself off.. Please leave me be, in my misery.. I’m making amends with my conscience. So come next year I won’t be reachable for days because I’m taking time to let the story write it’s page.. I’m not convinced that there will be no other way.
Play
This is not the end - This is not the beginning.. Just a voice like a riot, rocking every revision.. but you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm, and though the words sound steady.. Something emptys within them.. We say yeah, with fists flying up in the air like we’re holding onto something that’s invisible there.. cuz we’re living at the mercy of the pain and the fear.. Until we dead it, forget it.. Let it all disappear.
