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| Wild SnorlaxThe passed couple of days, i've been in denial about my whole situation for the past month and a half. My body is giving out on me, I can't illustrate anything through writing, I can only think half of one of these fragments at a time, and i've been going through some serious trouble mentally. It's come to the point that i'm so irritable that I don't think that I would hesitate to beat the shit out of a stranger who just happened to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. I crave sex more than a crackhead craves the glass dick and i've been hallucinating for the past 4 days.
I keep seeing things that I for fuck sure hope aren't there because they look menacing as fuck, I see people and when I blink, they disappear, and when i'm staring into space, it's weird because I can see people flashing in and out of it. I mean, in a way it's kind of cool to see these flashes of "unreality" or whatever you want to call it, but it's quite annoying to me. I guess if anything, the lack of sleep is only reminding me that senses are things that can never be trusted, because they can so easily be tampered with.
The only thing that keeps me going is knowing that a lot of people probably have it a lot worse than I do, shit a lot of people I know have had it a lot harder than this. If I can't survive this and get through it all, what kind of right do I have to be proud of anything after this in my life? I won't give up, nothing can stop me.
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| A ConfessionStory time Xanga. My hot advisor found out I like
her. Pic Related.
Okay so at my school we have faculty advisers that are assigned to students
according to their last names. The faculty advisers help the students
with scheduling conflicts, general questions, help with internships/employment,
etc. My adviser is named Jess Despew and as you can see, she's pretty
hot. The picture doesn't really do her justice but they're all I’ve got
at the moment.
She's like 25 and she's only been at the school for a few years. Anyway,
I have been looking into getting an internship at a TV station or something in
the fall and the school helps coordinate these things with an internship
database that's managed by the advisers. You log on with your school ID
and password and you can browse internships and stuff. I was having
trouble logging on to mine so I went to go see Ms. Despew. That's where
all the trouble started.
Firstly, I walked into the office like 15 minutes early like an idiot and she's
in the middle of lunch. So I awkwardly made stupid stall talk until she's
finished:
Me: "Oh, hey, what are you eating?"
MD: "Salmon. I love it. I eat it practically every
day."
Me: "Just salmon? That's pretty weird." (Why the
hell did I say this!?)
MD: "Oh, well, I don't know. I try to eat healthy
natural foods...you know, like wild berries and honey and stuff."
Me: "Yeah, I like food too." *facepalm*
Man, I was so nervous. Anyway, we finally begin squaring my stuff
away. She looks up what I registered with in the beginning of the
year. This is when the crap really hit the fan. This is how the
conversation went:
"Okay, your account name is [my name] and your password
is...'depewissexy'..."
Oh damn. I completely forgot that I put that as my password in the
beginning of the year. What the hell was I thinking? It was
probably the longest 20 seconds of my life before I finally got my balls
together to stand up and leave. Just as I walk out the door she says, "In the future, you might want to bear in mind what kind of things you want to
keep to yourself."
I was so freaking embarrassed I wanted to kill myself right then and
there. I wanted to run the hell out of there and never, ever see her
again. But something about what she just said kept me standing in her
doorway. I decided to man up and apologize. I turned to her, looked
her straight in the eyes, and swallowed my pride.
And then, it hit me like a train full of bricks. She was eating
salmon. She tries to eat all healthy, natural foods, like wild berries
and honey. She told me that I might want to bear in mind what kind of
things I want to keep to myself. Ms. Depew was a bear disguised as a
human. 
Immediately, the bear saw that I had seen through its charade. It roared
loudly and took a menacing swipe at me. I deftly avoided its claw and
sprinted out of the office. The bear was soon in chase, crashing through
the walls of the office as if they were made of paper. I jumped over the
receptionist desk and ran out the back entrance. The bear followed,
tossing the secretary aside like a rag doll. The bear began to pursue me
through the street traffic. While I fought my way through the maze of
vehicles, the bear simply careened its massive force through anything standing
in its way. Cars veered off the road to escape the onslaught of grizzly
force that was barreling down the road. The bear was gaining
fast. I had no other option but to make my way into the nearest building:
a preschool.
I burst through the door, startling the children from their
naps. Immediately, the bear slammed through the wall, crushing a child
beneath his massive paws and burying several other children in sheet rock and
debris. I maneuvered my way through the chaos towards the back exit.
The pre-schoolers were little more than a screaming annoyance for the
bear. Its massive paws cut swaths through the sea of toddlers with each
swipe. I used the precious time these children had afforded me to make my
escape into the playground. I scrambled up a ladder to a fort-like
structure. My goal was to walk across the monkey bars then jump to a tree
which I could climb to the roof of the preschool and perhaps flag down a
passing helicopter.
RANDOM PICS:
^---=)
^---naive girl is naive.
^---win
^---WTF LOL
^---X_X
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| Life or Love?What's more important, life or love?
EDIT: The answer I was looking for was given to me by itzbinhbong, "what is life without love?"
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| EyesHuman eyes are so subjective. They rely on their impressions to decide what things are real. In other words, as long as you believe what you see is real, your other senses will follow. It doesn't matter what things really are. Everything is just the "container" of what you think it is.
When I look at this world, how much of what I see is real?
Men see what they want to see.
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| EarthwormsThere are common earthworms.
Even among earthworms, they are the lowest form of life. You shouldn't belittle them. If they did not exist, then the fish that feed on them would die, and the animlas whih feed on the fish would also die. They have no strength at all; they can only wriggle like so. But these wriggling earthworms are a part of nature. People are the same. Whether a person is accomplished or not, just by being human, each breath he takes becomes the source of the power to move the world. Live and take pride in your own existence.
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