|
tHe_ChEMiCaLs_BeTWeEN_uS
|
read my profile
sign my guestbook
Name: Nobody
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Gender: Female
Interests: Tobacco and peppermint, stalking the idle kind, & dusting for fingerprints. The rules that are made with intention to break.
Expertise: You down wit' OCD? yeah you know me know me know me know me know me know me know me yeah you know me know me know me know me know me know me know me yeah you know me know me know me know me know me know me know me <3
Occupation: Artist
Message: message me
AIM:  you just wanted to be missed.
Member Since:
1/2/2005
|
|
SubscriptionsSites I Read
|
|
|
|
| new xanga? it's not new. I made it like a year ago.
I post more in my blurty. it makes sense sometimes too.
 | | |
| 1,377 teenagers become mothers
1,106 teenage girls get an abortion
500 adolescents begin using drugs
4,219 teenagers get a sexually transmitted disease
1,000 adolescents begin drinking alcohol
3,610 teens are assulted..80 are raped
2,861 teens drop out of school
420 children are arrested
6 teens committ suicide..
Everyday
it is estimated that there are more than 31,000 suicides
every year in the United States. about 11 out of every 100,000 people.
this number breaks down to about 4 suicides per hour,
and it is estimated that an attempt is made about once a minute.
what do you have to say for yourselves? | | |
| And then god said let there be no post  | | |
| I may be buzzing on the verbal plane of existence, but the real growth for me now is in the deeper emotional realms where I am being drawn, perhaps in response to issues surfacing because of romantic attractions. This is about a pleasure deeper than clever words can bring. I can't overdo it. I have to realize that sometimes I must stop talking in order to say what I really mean. vous êtes la lumière dans le côté en noir de nous.
I get butterflies in my stomach every time I hear your voice, or if I know you're standing near me, or when you let me kiss your cheek.
I mean, I am not so naive that I don't realize these feelings are paper. And I know that my imagination is probably getting the better of me...
It's just that... you make me feel so special, so high, so pretty. So comfortable in my skin when you tell me I'm sexy. So chased and admired when you look at me like that, or apply a touch there. I wish I knew what you were trying to tell me. I just can't figure you out.
When you close your eyes, does the world still exist? Why or why not, and how do you know? Is it there because it was before you closed them? Is it there because you can reach out and feel things against your skin? How do you know you're not dreaming? Why should you believe everything they tell you? I choose not to. I believe in what seems logical or what I feel like believing in. That's the way to go. If it feels like every night before I sleep things disappear until my lids rise again, then the world dissolves, whether everyone else believes it or not. Because from my perspective, that's what matters. I'm going to suck up every drop of intelligence and soak in every single emotion before I expire. I'm going to be something that matters.
And when you're next to me I can feel your heartbeat through my skin.
God I hope you see what loving you would do to me... | | |
| Last night WAS fucking awesome indeed. I wouldn't have had it go any other way. Oh man. It was just so perfect. No secretive glares, no pensive depressions. At least none that anyone will let out into the light. And if thats so, then that's great, because we all don't hide our feelings, at least, from everyone else. The biggest sensation was when Ed and Greg came back from their walk, and Greg came running into the kitchen where Beth and I were talking, outstretched his arms and said "IT'S...FUCKING..SNOWING!!!1" First me and Beth looked at each other and said OMG. Then I nearly shit my pants trying to make my way to the door in time. I was in khaki pants, a tanktop, with no socks or anything else, and I ran right out onto the sidewalk into the snow and started dancing. What a fucking rush. I mean damn. Then Greg picked me up and spun me around and ran out in front of my house into the street with me. Ed cuddled Beth to keep her warm. It was just lightly snowing at the moment, dusting the ground with tiny glittery flakes, and started sticking and everything. I loved it, I will never forget it. George chilled with us for a little while on saturday, then Beth got her ass over. We kicked around, wrestled, broke things, hurt ourselves, shoved 15 cents down a certain someone's pants... Beth took pictures the whole time. We watched Garfield the movie...I'm glad you guys liked it. My mom was out til like 12:30, then she came home and bitched, but we'd sat around in the dark basically the rest of the night. Ed plugged the xbox in, we made shadow puppets and ate canned pineapples, mexican chips with a mexican dip, and apple fritters courtesy your neighborhood friendly mexican. Much uber fun was to be had for all. I hope Ed and Beth get together. Sshhh I didnt say that? Anyway, so me and greg ended up falling asleep upstairs. Beth came and woke us up at like 11 or so, and it took my lardass at least an hour to get woken up and go downstairs. I made scrambled eggs and cereal and this dogfood looking crap and fed everyone so they were all happy. Ahh it was just awesome dudes. My mom comes home in like an hour. Beth left an hour ago and I miss her already. I wish it would snow again because I want a delay tomorrow. Ahhh I need coffee. I don't know what's up for today, but at least Ed and Gerg are having fun because I just heard a "OH SHIT" and then a "hahhahahhahahahaa!" over xbox. Mmmmm my ding ding dong. Sorry. Gregs getting to me.  I need more days like these..Ahh. I think I finally found where I belong. Man, you guys kick ass and we need to do this again. ASAP niggas! k.
"Can you see it?...FUCKING-A." -Greg
Him: Left or right?
Me: ...center...
"Look I got santa's foot..." "You fuckin' thief." -Ed
"WHAT! You were supposed to grab!" -Ed
"...And then she was like *POUNCE!...humphump*" -Ed
"Double-u tee fuckin' eff." -me | | |
|
