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Jul 28, 2010
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Jul 28, 2010
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Jul 13, 2010
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I know its kinda late 10:29 pm in my phone.


Jul 7, 2010
kailey196

my step dad is a little forget full and we always make fun of him for that in a joking way..well he went swimign with hid 500$ phone in his pocket and me and my step sister were joking with him..my step sis said how stupid can you be to do that i laughed adn said yah how? and my mom flipped and said thats no way to talk to a adult i started arguing with her about how i didnt start it and she was getting really mad for some reason and we were yelling back and forth and she said its done u r grounded i said whatever i dnt care any more and she kept talking and having the last word and she said stop having the last word and i said okay and she said stap! and i said okay!!! really loud and she smacked me across the face and pinned me to the wall and said go to your room..i left without a word while i was in there i thought about how my step sis started it and i was crying bc i had a huge red mark on my facebut i didnt want to say anything to get into more trouble..she came in a hour later telling me to say sorry to my step dad i said no and she said im done go live with your father so i started packing and she got made and stole my bag and said i couldnt i was really confused but just sat in my room the next day she keeps saying i love u and i cnt even stand to be in the same room with her but i just say it bc i dnt want her getting mad but i want to tell her how much it hurts but idk what to do..advice?


Jun 26, 2010
royc95

love is just a lie . its a fake emotion that people seam t feel. i dot feel it, i dont see it , i dont kare about it. people lie, cheat,and dissipear. that may not happen to you but thats wat my life is based on.... just lies . i have friends but ther not real. its just in my head. the only thing that realy makes sens is music. it opens ure mind into anouther place. it makes you happy or sad, u engoy it but som dispare. its the only thing that realy makes sens.


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Jun 16, 2010
Serafina Magnifico

I registered here to put my wild day dreaming into a reality. I am an aspiring novel writer. No, I don't intend to sell my work.  Let's just say I need an outlet of my talent. I have been keeping story plots in my head and yes I feel that my head will soon explode if I don't put all these thoughts into writing. Done are the days that I let go of  the thoughts that I had years ago  and end up feeling cheated because I actually got to read some  novels that would initially start with what I used to think about.


May 30, 2010
belladona

Isnt it funny how people will give up the love of thier life for a night of passion or how theyd give up thier loved ones for money...but nights end and money is spent and in the end all thier left with is a memory and shiney new things and isnt it even funnier how after all that they'd give up the shiney new things and erase the memorys just to have the love of  thier life and thier family back......

                                                             i think it is !!!


May 30, 2010
belladona

Perfection is an art some people spend thier lives trying to create it !!!


May 25, 2010
*25

It's time I said goodbye,
and leave everyone
I love behind.
And the tears
film my eyes,
though I try to
fight and hide.
I feel the knot
in my throat,
choking out the words
I hate most.
I may never see them
ever again,
all of my lovely
loyal friends.
It's time to mend
the broken ties,
and forget
all the ridiculous lies.
For today's the day
we say goodbye,
and leave our
tainted past behind.
This is our last chance to be together,
there is no more
forever and ever.
So as we say
our goodbyes
we leave our friends and tears
behind.





                                                ****WHS Graduating Class 2009-2010****
                                                                          GO PIONEERS!


May 25, 2010
Laverne Pacquire

The it explodes in red flame and burst


May 25, 2010
Guy16

As time past by i realize something i dont need you now maybe what i felt was just longing for someone maybe it wasnt really love that i felt only blindness


May 19, 2010
::ShAdOw::

"When It Was Me"

Ooh, no
Yeah, yeah

She's got green eyes and she's 5'5"
Long brown hair all down her back
Cadillac truck
So the hell what
What's so special about that
She used to model, she's done some acting
So she weighs a buck 'o 5
And I guess that she's alright if perfection is what you like

Ooh, ooh, and I'm not jealous, no I'm not
Ooh, ooh, I just want everything she's got
Ooh, ooh, you look at her so amazed
I remember way back when you used to look at me that way

Tell me what makes her so much better than me (so much better than me)
What makes her just everything I can never be
What makes her your every dream and fantasy
Because I can remember when it was me

And now you don't feel the same
I remember you would shiver everytime I said your name
You said nothing felt as good as when you gaze into my eyes
Now you don't care I'm alive
How did we let the fire die

Ooh, ooh, and I'm not jealous, no I'm not
Ooh, ooh, I just want everything she's got
Ooh, ooh, you look at her so amazed
I remember way back when you used to look at me that way

What makes her so much better than me (so much better than me)
What makes her just everything I can never be
What makes her your every dream and fantasy
Because I can remember when it was me

That made you smile (me)
That made you laugh (me)
Me that made you happier than you have ever been, oh me
That was your world (me)
Your perfect girl
Nothing about me has changed
That's why I'm here wondering

What makes her so much better than me (what makes her so much better than me)
What makes her just everything I can never be
What makes her your every dream and fantasy
Because I can remember when it was me

What makes her so much better than me (what makes her so much better than me)
What makes her just everything I can never be
What makes her your every dream and fantasy
Because I can remember when it was me

When it was me
When it was me
When it was me


May 4, 2010
Guy16

i had enough i am sick and tired of the same thing that happens to me i love and i am hurt


Apr 26, 2010
Alice

 Lately, everyone has been twisting the saying "You Can't Judge A Book By Its Cover". I need to make my thoughts heard. You most certainly CANNOT judge a book by its cover. You need to read the pages. Whether the pages are torn and frayed, or perfect and spotless. Every "book" has a story to tell. Every story is different, no two are the same. Because we live in a time where technology is bringing people closer and farther away from each other. I don't know about you, Reader, but i know where this world sits. We are born, we fight through hard and simple times, we die. Hm, not so much. In MY world, we are drawn together by DRAMA and we experience life as much as we can amongst that drama. Somettimes, we cant handle the drama, and we "check out early" if you will. Which brings me to my next topic. "To Write Love On Her Arms" finally made its way into my school.  Students of every variety pulled out their Expos, Sharpies, and Pens to decorate their forearms with the word "LOVE". The amount of young artists that reside in this school is amazing. AS the day progressed, i found my eyes moving over arm after arm claiming "love". Did I decorate my arm with this? No. Even though suicide is a very sensitive topic everywhere, i felt that there was some unspoken agreement between the Accepted and the Rejected. Every social person had the art on them, while every "loner" was left bare. It was the result of numerous frowns and some simple glares that kept us away from the sweeping movement that enveloped our school. As the day progressed, we bagan to think of the students that had taken their own lives, that had not been here today. We realized that movements like those are simple little things to help those like our fallen friends. We all need to stand with eachother. To the end.


Apr 17, 2010
Sappho

We were so in love at least that is what I thought.


Apr 17, 2010
*25

As I ran through all the groups of people,faces blurring by so fast I could barely recognize the expressions,my heart thudded powerfully against my stone-hard chest.The night was pitch black,making it difficult to see the right direction I was heading in.I had to find him,I had to get away from them...I didn't know where to go that was safe.Pushing through all the people while they shouted and cussed at me,I finally found him.I ran up to him,delight overflowing my mind.I grabbed his hands and interlocked them with mine as I closed my eyes.
"Thank God I found you..." I said,exasperated.He never answered back.
I opened my eyes and saw him covered in blood and cuts.I lost my breath for a split second, then screamed as his hands slipped away from mine and watched him fall to the ground.

I shot up from my bed,still screaming.The sweat beaded down my face and chest.I sighed and wiped my eyes.I got up from my bed and went into the bathroom.I looked at my face;it was pale (as it always was) and drowned in sweat,I had large dark circles under my bright blue eyes,my hair was tangled and was curled back up at the ends a little.I decided to take a quick shower to wash away the fact that I felt disgusting.After I got out,I went back into my room and got dressed.The sun shone in through the cracks in between the blinds.I pulled them up and saw the blinding sun.Another beautiful day in Huntington,West Virginia.The weather was always so crazy here;never knew if it was going to be sunny or rainy,cold or warm.I just slipped on a pair of skinny jeans and a tshirt.I put on my grey converse and laced them up,and tied my hair back into a simple pony tail.
I walked down the hallway and saw no one was up.Dad was at work and was going to stay up there until tomorrow.I didn't know why Mom wasn't up,she usually was at about this time.My older brother was spending most of his time at Nan's house ever since he graduated high school,and my other older brother (the oldest of us all) had moved out about three or four years ago.So,I kind of felt like the only child.
I went into the kitchen and got a Poptart.When I was done eating,I grabbed my iPod,cell phone (which I hated to carry around),and the keys to my hand-me-down car.It was an old '96 Chevy (my grampa only wanted his grandkids to ride "the best old cars",so we all had Chevy's).That car was my oldest brother's before it was mine.It worked okay;the transmission was shot from time to time,and the air conditioner didn't work,but it held up pretty well.In it's whole lifethime,it got in only one wreck and I'd only scraped against a few cars in parking lots.
It was getting close to the end of the year at school and I was only two years from graduating all together,then I'd head off to college...which I was forever being asked about what I was going to do there and which one I was going to.But,I tried to focus on right now as best I could.
I pulled into the parking lot in the back behind the school.The engine cut off and I opened the door.I put all my stuff in my pockets but continued listening to my music.I had it so loud I couldn't hear my friends calling for me.Until my very best friend,whom I've known my whole life,tugged at my arm.I gasped (i was still jumpy from this morning) and pulled out my headphones.I could now hear exactly how loud the music was and turned of my iPod.
"Hey!" she said cheerfully.I looked her up and down.She was wearing her regular black converse with a pair of grey skinny's and a band shirt.Her hair was straightened as usual and she wore the same dark makeup.She looked the same as she always did,but there was something different about her.
She was smiling,something she rarely did during the morning.Then I realized why she was so happy.Behind her stood her boyfriend,and my other best friend.He must've picked her up.That was sweet.He has his moments,but most of the time he's like...well,he's kind of like another annoying older brother to me.
"Hey," I said,not near as enthusiastic as her.I looked over her shoulder and waved at him.He smiled his extremely wide,toothy smile and waved back.I couldn't help but break a grin.
We started walking to towards the school,well,I did.They followed a few footsteps behind.I put my headphones back in and began listening to music again.I usually let them walk alone and talk and stuff.I never liked to interfere.I knew they didn't mind if I walked with them and things like that,but I just thought it was esier and better that way.I know they knew that too,somewhere inside.
I walked through the doors of the school and took out my headphones before I got caught with them and got them taken away,which if they did,I'd be really ticked.I walked to my locker and put away my things and pulled out my books for first period.I heard them laughing a little ways behind me.I silently went into the music room and put my books on the shelf.I sat down at my assigned seat and waited for the rest of the class to come.I heard my friends walk in and then sit down.They're assigned seats were a little further away from mine.
"Are you okay?" she asked,as she normally did when I had  an unhappy look on my face.She was continuously concered about me and my insane moods and all of the health problems I had.She ran up and gave me a big hug."Ohh!" she exclaimed."Is your head hurting?" shw whispered now.
"No," I said flatly.My head hurt about three-fourths of the time,but not right now.I had other things on my mind,or in my mind...
"Would you think I was crazy if I told you I had....hallucinations?" I asked skeptically.
She released me and stepped back a few inches.
"What kind of hallucinations?" she asked back.
I bit my lip as I hesitated to find a sane way to say it."Like,I see this guy all the time.In my dreams,in my car,in my room...am I crazy?"
She stared at me,her eyebrows raised."Umm....have you gone to the hospital and got that x-ray yet?"
She didn't neccessarily answer my question,but I would answer hers."No,why?"
"You have to go.Like,really.You're scaring me.I don't want to people going crazy..." she trailed off.
She was right.I had to go,and I had to go now.



                                                      ******Will Be Continued******


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