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Outside, it's a nice day. My window's propped open, and I can hear the outside. Bird are chirping, a car passes by every once in a while, and kids are outside playing.
Times like this, I think about life.
Not to long ago, I saw that not many people take time to stop and smell the flowers --- Literally.
Now, in grocery stores, or even Targe, you see stands of flowers that people just pass by. Now, considering all the flowres are bright or roses, plus the fact I have about the attention span of a chicken, I rush over ad smell them. And, I'm pretty much the only I one I know doing it.
Smelling flwoers is probably one of the simplest joys of life. However, the busy world of today, no has any FUN. Its always school/work, then relaxion time, meaning a TV or Computer is involved. No one ever, even on sdays that everyone they're surrounded with has a full day OFF, decides to go to the park, and roll down hills, or anything. Now to some, rolling down hills and getting dirty seems stupid. Well, it ISNT.
During P.E., they have mats. When they put the mats out, me and my friend roll around on them .ike complete and total morons.
But it's fun, and we laugh, and enjoy LIFE.
Laughing without a TV or computer is a simple joy of life, as is being with REAL LIFE friends.
Although I brag about how good real life can be, I spend alot fo my time here, on Gaia.
And I'm also saying LIFE IS SOOOO HAPPY. WHOOOOOO!
But, just like 100% of people, I have gone through emotional destress, stress in general, and being to busy do alot of things I'd like to.
And like 80% of teens and kids, I dislike my parents.
So, I'm not saying life is completly happyhappy joy joy.
And I'm no saying it's not worth living.
Because it IS.
Sometimes, I get mreo sleeps when I'm depressed, is that a bad thing?
And I get less sleep when I'm in the greatest of moods.
There are pros and cons to being happy and depressed for me.
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 Purple Frosting · Mon Feb 19, 2007 @ 06:35pm · 0 Comments |
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One of those weird question thingy. Answer please? |
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Well, just answer THIS:
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Have you ever had a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain and it.
7. Describe me in 1 word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When was the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this in your journal and see what I say about you?
Purple Frosting · Thu Feb 08, 2007 @ 07:03am · 2 Comments |
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"Well, at least you have SOME by who likes you.
I get weird looks, because of my Gaia hats ._.
But, I might be wearing them because I want guys to like me for me, not my looks.
Hell, I dont have looks.....
I'm the fugly duckling that WONT become a swan >_>
I'm tubsy.
I'm fugly.
I wear the WORST clothing
My face is uglly.
At least you dont have to sit by people you hate.
Worse: No one likes me because dont believe in god....
********. "
That was a recent comment left in a friends journal
And infact, it's true.
I dont think alot of people can undertand the extent of lonlieness I've gone through.
For the longest time, in real life, I gone without firends because of my disbeliefs in god.
I'm different.
I'm not a ******** stickfigure, like all the other girls, I dont like RB, like all the other girls. I dont go 'lyke omg. that one movie star is lyke, so lyke CUTE!'.
I'm fat and ugly, I listen to EURO POP, Rock, and stuff like that. I infact only think one guys is cute.
But people judge me by the clothes I wear, and the fact I dont ******** believe in God.
Why dont I?
My parents announce they were going to get a divorce.
I prayed all the time it wouldnt happen, but it did.
My sister started going beserk, and tried to kill us all.
I prayed every ******** MINUTE of the day, and you think that helped?!
No, it didnt. At all.
God is some made up figure, because people cant give themselvs the push THEY need. They have to have someone watching over them, they cant let themselvs do ANYTHING
People bash ME because I dont believe in god, I"m not a ******** puritan attiude.
I dont bash them for their beliefs.
I wear Gaia hats around school, and people say "WTF IS THAT"
THey dont play gaia.
But instead of getting to KNOW me, and WHY I have my reasons, they judge me by the FACT I dont believe in god.
I'm ******** pissed over this.
Oh yeah.
I'm the only person in the ENTIRE school who doesnt think being gay is wrong.
It's their ******** choice, leave them be.
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Purple Frosting · Sat Jan 06, 2007 @ 06:27am · 2 Comments |
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flgdsfklgjh. They're not ******** worth it! |
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Dedicated to a great person:
Instead of think of a couple of back stabbing, low-life, dickless, ungrateful idiots, and only things THEY did to hurt you, then you'll never see all the peopel that DO care bout you.
If you let them control your life, then you're being stupid.
And instead of crying over them, get over them.
That, or show them o mercy and show them you dont care.
It pisses people like that of 3nodding
It's easy to get over them, you just dont think about them
Instead, think of all the people, or person, that DOES carea bout you~
If you kill yourself, and dont log onto gaia again, think of all the people that will be sad?!
DDDDDDD:
- Lubbs
Katie ♥
Purple Frosting · Fri Dec 29, 2006 @ 08:17am · 0 Comments |
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The Namless Story - Chapter 1: How it all began |
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This is a newer story, as Ayame's life is getting old.
The story is CALLED 'The Nameless Story', because yeah....
I cant figure anything out
And a better chapter name will come, I promise
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"Hey, watch it, you jerk!" I yelled, as the 3 boys behind me pushed me off the bus. I stumbled onto the concrete. I regained my balance, and started walking home. It was a beautiful day today, like it always was in Febuary. The sun was shining, the bird singning, and a cloud dare not appear in the sky. I slipped off my grey jacket, and dug my house keys out of my jeans pocket.
I lived an older neighborhood. You know, the older ones. The one with the white picket fences, slighly weathered, the beautiful 2 story houses, with the wrap-around patios, with at least enough room for a second house in the back yard.
I lived with my dad, my mom, and my devil of a sister. I arrived at my house, unlocked the front doors, and ran upstairs to grab my laptop. It was friday, so I had no homework, thankfully.
I ran back downstairs, and did what I always did. Go into the backyard. There was a small guest house there. When I was about 5, Daddy built it before his mother came over. Now, we dont have many guest, so, Daddy said it's mine for the time being.
I unlocked the door, and walked inside. I threw down my bookbag, and walked over to the flufffy orange couch in the corner. This place was pretty awesome. It had working lights, a bathroom, a a minifridge, and proper AC.
I dug under the couch for my laptop, found it, and switched it on. I didnt have mush homework tonight, so everything was okay.Something was missing, though.
Of course! My headphones! I ran over to my bookbag and dug out a bright purple CD player, and unplugged the headphones.
Thankfully, these headphones worked okay with my laptop, unlike some I used.
I plugged in my headphones, put my laptop back on my lap, when there was a tapping on one of the windows. It startled me, making me jump, and send my laptop skidding across the floor.
I looked over at the window, ready to verbally thrash out whoever sent my laptop flying.
"Hey, let me in, please?" Came a familiar voice. It was my best friend, Spencer. He had been my best frind since childhood, and always used to come over here. He hadn't been for the past week, though. Okay. So 3 people had a key to my cabin. Myself, Spencer, and my other friend, Jessica. My parents 'lost' their key.
"What happened to YOUR key?!" I asked him, making sure my tone was sharp.
"I'm gettign it copied, so I dont lose it!" He said. He was lying, though. I could tell it in his eyes. But, whatever reason he had, I couldnt stay mad at him. He had an innocent expression on his face, complete with a set of big green puppy eyes.
"Fine. I'll let you in." I said, walking over to the door. It was unlocked.
"It was unlocked!" I cried. He disappeared from the window and then he was standing in the doorway, pulling the door open.
"Oh." He said, blankly. He walked over to the couch, and dug his own laptop out of his bookbag, and switched it on. I went over to sit next to him, but instead, I decided I'd go up to my loft for a bit, and write.
Yes, I had a loft. Everything there was fluffy, and it was a great place to think, as it had a view of the forest behind our house. You could see it from the small, circle window. I yanked a rope, and down fell a rope ladder that I used to get up there. I grabbed the side, and put my right foot securly on the first step.
Suddenly, the door open, and I whirled around, letting my laptop drop on the floor, and slide over to the intruders foot. In the doorway, stood 'Mike', Spencer's boyfriend who Spencer has been braggin about. Just like Spencer had said, he had 2 right eyebrow peircings, a lip ring, and ear pierces.
I glanced over at Spencer, and saw him looking down, so I couldnt read the expression on his face. Mike picked up my laptop, and held it out to me. "I think you dropped this." he said, a smirk forming on his face. I snatched it up, the stormed up to my loft, pulling the ladder with me, so no one could get up. I carefully listened to their conversation, instead of writing. "I love you" Spencer said, every chance he could, and Mike always replied "I love you too". I scoffed, and finally sarted to pay attention to my writing. I looked at my screen, and relized I had just typed down their conversation. I highlighted the words, and hit back space, when I heard my name. "You that Kendra girl doesnt seem to like me much. She seems like a stiff. Did you see the way she snatched her laptop away from me?" Mike said, a rude sound in his tone. I perked up, and crawled over towards the railing fo the loft. I had been laying down in the corner, just listening. I waited for Spencers reply. "She's..." He hestitated "My friend. She doesnt have many, so be nice to her. She's troubled." He said. He probably thought I was listening to music, but I wasn't. And what he said, hurt.
My sister was crazy, and even spent a few weesk in a mental instution after trying to kill me for the 25th time that month. She always fought with my parents, and locked me outside. That's why I have this set up like a house, because she locks me out, or I'm too afraid to go inside.
So Damn STRAIT I was troubled.
I made a growling sound, hoping he could hear so he knew I was angry.
I listened to them saying their 'I love yous' for a few minutes, before Mike finally left. I push the rop ladder down fromt he loft, and climbed down. Spencer was sneaking twoards the door.
"Just. Leave." I growled, and Spencer went out the door, not saying a word.
I was pissed. Everything began there.
Purple Frosting · Thu Nov 09, 2006 @ 10:32pm · 1 Comments |
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