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Kiksta
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Name: Olwen
Country: United States
State: North Dakota
Birthday: 2/26/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Writing, drawing, painting, singing, acting, playing guitar... not thinking. Not being.
Expertise: I like to do art. I'm not sure how good I am.... I'm kind of a perfectionist and that ends up screwing up my drawings.
But I KNOW I'm good in writing.... poetry, stories, persuasive articles... Meh I guess school reports and stuff but I don't like it all that much....
MOVIES: matrix... bleh I'm done lol
Occupation: Artist
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Matrix Kiksta
MSN: black_haired_raven@hotmail.com
ICQ:  173928911
Yahoo:  beware_of_me_911
Jabber: ice_chicky_o
Member Since:
10/8/2003
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| Egh. It's so easy to take it in the ass and just let you win.
But you're taking this like a fucking bitch after half a year.
So if I ever see you again trying to fuck with my head
I will seriously fuck with yours.
And trust me, I won't be unprepared for whatever the fuck you want to bring.
I'm still sorry for what I did, but...
You're a white trash piece of shit, letting people walk all over you and taking on their ideas because it feels good. I used to think you were better than this.
Grow up. It's called forgiveness. You're a fucking religious nut- I'm sure you know all about that.
-sigh- that feels better.
...Egh. Strong emotions are exhausting. And my 'take-it-in-the-ass' part of me is telling me I'm a bitch for saying that. But it had to be said. I'm tired of being fucked with. (You know you are.) Eh.
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| Hi Kiksta! It's been 699 (wow, that's a big number) days since you joined Xanga... won't you support us by going Premium?
Wow....
It's been a while. I REALLY like this xanga... but it's a satisfied liking. I might just leave this be and re-visit from time to time.
Maybe I'll even take the layout onto my most recent xanga. | | |
| Hi Kiksta! It's been 638 (wow, that's a big number) days since you joined Xanga... won't you support us by going Premium?
Noo, thanks. | | |
| this is my xanga.this is my escape... for the days when I admit to myself that winter can be cozy... and that I miss the calm.
I want to get nowhere again... I'm getting too far, too fast.
I remember it... I can smell it.. taste it.. feel it...see it...but never be it. I'm too happy.
Hah, I never thought I'd ever complain about not being too happy.... I'm not really complaining... | | |
| I love just sitting here and listening to this song play, over and over... It reminds me of when I used to be depressed.. last year....
Because even though depression is awful, there's something about that one... something about every single one I've ever had... that makes them special.. mystical..... wonderful.
It's like visiting an old friend... A friend that loves to tell you that this... this...is where you belong.... When it's not. It's a home... a wonderful, sad, calm home that I can always return to...
I'm not stupid.. I remember being depressed.... I remember... I remember the cutting and the torment I felt... but also the sad calm... I remember lying on the floor and not crying... being an empty body. An empty, sad, comfortable body. Thoughts swimming freely through my mind... The dark, calm, relaxing loneliness...
It's always nice to return here... but just for a visit.
I'll never change this xanga. Ever. | | |
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