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Name: Lydia
Birthday: 11/18/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: Poetry, tennis, twirling, cross-stitching, the night sky, freaking chocolate!, DDR, winter, not my brother, people's eyes, cats in general, baking, and stealing your soul.
Expertise: I write what cannot be said. I see what cannot be seen. I am everything you want me to be, and if I'm not... then let me go.
I will kill you all inside... just wait.
Occupation: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me
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AIM:  xdiamonddropsx
Member Since:
12/12/2004
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| Would you like a golf ball?Somebody get this freakin' lump out of my throat!! | | |
| The DarknessThe light is slowly fading, obscured by doubtful clouds falling over my horizen. I stand silently, missing the past, pondering the present, and fearing the future. All is chaos in the quiet confounds of my head, battles being fought but never won. Dying for some noble cause that is forever unrecognized. Peace will not come easily, for everyone else has given up. Backing slowly away... backing slowly away... let's all just back away... and leave her to die... where our guilt lay. I can only do so much. I can only save one soul at a time. But they all cry out to me... they cry out in the night, screaming for their savior, but I am not thee. I can never be what they think I am. I am uncapable of so much. What is it that you want from me? | | |
| The LightI have found light. I don't know why, or where it came from. But my soul is uplifted into conciousness again. I am going to be all right. You have given me the best year and 8 months of my life. I am eternally grateful, and will always be here for you.
Thank you. | | |
| The BreakNow I know why the call it a break. The Break All my fears have finally come true.
My thoughts keep chasing after you. Those lazy days by TV screens.
Those nights lite up by candle's gleams. After all that's happened, I can't understand.
What makes you slip out of my hand. Perhaps, some time apart is best,
Clear your head, and get some rest. I'll wait for you like I said I would.
And love you like I knew I could. When you come back I'll hold you close.
And kiss you where you need it most. But if you decide to nay return...
My heart will turn to ash and burn. Once the shameful fire dies.
I'll emerge with sad yet open eyes. I may live on, take it day by day.
Remembering all of yesterday. I'll look for comfort in the single star.
But time cannot erase a scar. | | |
| Terrible Me.Okay. Here's the situation. Yesterday evening, my dad went to a drawing, and most likely went out drinking with friends afterwards. I went with my mom. I came home last night around 9, he still wasn't home. I went to bed. Got a call around 9:10 this morning from a woman with an unlisted name. "Hello? is this darryls phone?" "...yea..." "Did he come home last night? I'm just calling to make sure he got home all right last night." "no, he never came home, he's still not home." "......oh... okay, thanks." Click. Wonderful. So basically, my dad could be in a ditch somewhere right now, or worse. I don't know what's wrong. I am completely apathetic. I'm not worried, I don't really care. I don't understand why. Out of instinct, knowing that I should be worried, (even though I'm not) I called his cell. It's dead, I expected that, he only had 1 bar left when he left. So I called mom. I explained what happened, she said she'll call that number back and ask around and get back to me. Okay. So what's the problem? How twisted am I? I know he's a horrible person and all, but he's my dad. Do I honestly not care at all? I seem to care more about what will happen to me if he's dead rather than if he is dead or not. I don't know... people tell me I'm nice, and caring. Explain this. | | |
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