Tell us about your day. -cuz we love to listen-

[Voxxx]

The word "********" makes me giggle. Maybe start keeping Febreeze in your car? And why were you driving with only one shoe, Mister?

Sorry you're sick, Waffles. Being sick sucks. So does being grounded. And being unhappy. Feel better soon!

BTW-No more school! Glory!  

[Tak-Jak]

What's going on with your girlfriend nick? message me..


And Kirby, if you don't like silence walk away now.
He dwells in it.  

[KirbyVictorious]

No, I absolutely love silence.

It's just on AIM. TEchnically it isnt really silence. But it's just...I want to talk to him. BUt it's hard.  

[BlackHawkGS]

I've got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine, I got love and I know that it's all mine, oooh...

Do what you want but you're never gonna break me, sticks and stones are never gonna shake me, oooh...

DAMMIT, NATASHA BEDINGFIELD. I've had that song stuck in my head for a while.  

[KirbyVictorious]

Damn you, XM's Top 20. It;s been like three months now. PICK A NEW ******** TOP 20.

I'm so sick of that maroon 5 song, 4 Minutes, Low, With You, Love Song...need I go on?  

[BlackHawkGS]

Oh... I actually don't listen to the radio... I just heard it on some commercial, put it on my imeem playlist, and have had it stuck in my head ever since.  

[KirbyVictorious]

that doesn't make the radio any less annoying.  

[KirbyVictorious]

Ignore this. I'm okay.


All over now...the only good thing I can really remember.

I'm just venting my feelings here, if no one minds....

A year ago, I lived in my mind. Nothing outside it interested me. and I envied my book characters...but then he came. I had never known what love or real happiness felt like before then. I wasn't alone anymore. And even when he left for so long...there was reason to keep going, even when I didn't want to anymore, I just wanted to fall asleep forever. I thought it would be worth it...and it was. It was.

Even now...the numbness is coming back. I won't be able to feel anything anymore. But there's still so much I never said. So much I want to know. Was it just distance that kept us apart? But then...I'm really lucky...no one like me could ever get so much attention normally. Everything happened around him.

And yeah, it is pathetic...such devotion...I suppose I should have realized that this isn't a book of fairy tales. This was never going to work. Maybe if he had felt the same...but no one was ever going to save up and run away to Texas, to me. I don't even know why I wanted to for him; that's not normal, is it.... I had thought that anythign was possible, and maybe it is, but not if it has to be forced.

There was so much going on...there still is...so much I can't take by myself. And I guess, maybe, all I needed was someone to talk to...and be with...someone to be quiet with. And thanks to the way i've been treating people, there isn't anyone like that anymore.

He loved me...he loved my stories...I thought that meant...something....

I've just been lonely...really, really lonely...for what feels like years and years. I don't know what to do anymore...I just don't know what to do....

I'm sorry, it's just...this guild...my writing...it's all that's left now. And I love you guys...I really do....I just wish the wounds would heal, for everyone.

Don't think about me anymore...the girl you thought you knew isn't there. I don't even know which one is left.  

[BlackHawkGS]

eek Are you sure you're ok? That was like borderline suicide note.  

[Serenity Reed]

You may feel numb, but that does not make you alone.
You may feel hurt, but that does not make you alone.
You may feel weak, but you are not alone.

That is the one thing we have in common.

And no one can help; they are too busy fixing themselves.
Our eyes are trained in the mirror, unable to look away.
Our tears are really for ourselves, for no one else.
Trapped in chains of our own making, we lament our condition
As if we have not made ourselves that way.

Our hands are torn from climbing
climbing heights without restraints;
a fall leaves you weak and hurt,
yet the only way you can go is that way again.

Even now, I write this for myself
even though I think of you.
For me, these words come out,
and my heart dwells still on our condition
which I believe we have made ourselves.

For our own selves, we think and dwell
and we would give up everything for that
which we want more than anything:
even our futures and friends, and our family.

Regret, selfish regret, piles upon more regret,
and our shameful bodies are weak
and want to sleep.

All we want is to sleep
and wake up without these chains.

That is all our hope.

But what is hope?
In the world, there is none.
The world says all is nothing, and all is one.
It says we must die
for that is all we can do
and there is nothing else besides death.

Make the most of it
says the world.
Hold on while you can
because soon you will die
and there is nothing more
than death awaiting you.

But someone said to me
there is more than this.
There is more than the world.
The voices may yell and claim your belief,
and men may call you a fool for your belief,
which they want to sway for their own benifit.
People will say
Only a fool believes that
and you must believe that you are a fool, then,
because this is really the truth.

I will say this to you,
because it is my belief.
I read it in class one day,
and again, over and over,
that a man lived and died,
and became part of history.

And so I looked deeper,
and understood what it was
that made this so strange.

Ask, and it will be given.
Seek, and you will find.
Knock, and the door will be opened.

I asked, and I was given much.
I looked, and found much.
I knocked, and the door was opened,
and I discovered what I believe.

And now, I look and see the others staring into mirrors,
and my heart is heavy,
though I cannot cry,
because it is not me who is still looking.

I believe he waits to give what is asked for.
I believe he waits to help you find what you are looking for.
I believes he waits to open the door, should you knock.

And suddenly I want to live.

I pray you will want to live.  

[Galladonsfire]

you're not alone... sad  

[Serenity Reed]

neutral  

[Tak-Jak]

I can't say anything here.

I warned you. I probably made this worse.  

[Voxxx]

If you were okay, you wouldn't have thought of something like that in the first place. I love you, you're my best friend, but you're stubborn as hell.  

[Tak-Jak]

It is raining.