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Friends of Detectivezim
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new year...same pain
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December 31st, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by brokenwords |
Listening to: CURSES
Feeling: placid
the concept of a new year is stupid. new year...same problems, drama and pain.
&& i love how i am in my room about to cry and everyone is in the living room talking shit about me for no reason!
FUCK OFF! |
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Another sell out band
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August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by rshsthoughts |
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But hey, i cant deny its kinda catchy. old stuff is deffintialy better. but.........
Love love love love love love
Woo!
You were everything I wanted
You were everything a girl could be
Then you left me brokenhearted
Now you don't mean a thing to me
All I wanted was your
Love love love love love love
Hate is a strong word
But I really really really don't like you
Now that it's over
I don't even know what I liked about you
Brought you around
And you just brought me down
Hate is a strong word
But I really really really don't like you
I really don't like you
Thought that everything was perfect
(Perfect)
Isn't that how it's supposed to be?
Thought you thought that I was worth it
Now I think a little differently
All I wanted was your
Love love love love love love
Hate is a strong word
But I really really really don't like you
(I really don't like you)
Now that it's over
I don't even know what I liked about you
(Liked about you)
Brought you around
And you just brought me down
Hate is a strong word
But I really really really don't like you
Now that it's over you can't hurt me
Now that it's over you can't bring me down
Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh
Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh
All I wanted was your
Love love love love love love
Hey!
Hate is a strong word
But I really really really don't like you
(I really don't like you)
Now that it's over
I don't even know what I liked about you
(Liked about you)
Brought you around
And you just brought me down
(Hey!)
Hate is a strong word
But I really really really don't like you
Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh
I really don't like you
Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh
I really don't like you
Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh
I really don't like you
Oh... oh... oh... oh oh oh
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Opening Day
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August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by linearity |
Listening to: Metallica
Feeling: lackadaisical
Ricky wrote this one hope you enjoy...
Sometimes I
Feel the same way you do
I dont understand what
I need to do
But all I care about is you
But no you dont care about me
You ripped out my heart
You teared it apart
You think its all fun and games
I remember when your face was the sun
It was the same things we did until it was done
You said you cross your heart hope to die
But I never knew that you lied
How could you do this to me [x3]
You ripped out my heart
You tore it apart
But you dont care about that part-well that part
How could you do this to me [x2]
How could you
How could you do this to-my-heart |
| 326 hit(s) |
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None the less
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its the way you let me down
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May 23rd, 2007 @ 12:00am |
| by navybrat08 |
Listening to: Distance - Faktion
Feeling: alive
It’s not the way you see me
It’s the way you let me down
I can’t believe that it hurts this much
When I hear your voice
You’re calling out to me
Though you know I can’t be with you
Chorus:
So please don’t leave
Just remember to keep some distance
And remember you’ve already had your chance with me
I hope you see
I could never be without you
Just try to see the way that I see
It’s not the way you need me
It’s the way you drag me down
I can’t believe that it hurts this much
I still hear your voice
You’re calling out to me
Though you know I can’t be with you
Repeat Chorus
You’re a constant echo
That I hear ringing in my ears
I see you
I see the way you see me
You’re a constant hurting
That gets the best of me
I see you - I see the way you see me
remind you of anything? damn straight it does... |
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Cancer, Disobedience and Pizza
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September 28th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by khyssthyss |
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Ashley returned from school in a foul mood. Mike called soon after. He was doing okay but said it appeared as if he was going to be in Mesa Vista at least until the end of the weekend, and he needed clothing and grooming supplies. It was tough down there because he was in ICU with all the loony people that had been picked up off the streets by County Mental Health, and some of them were prone to violence. He’d been participating in different forms of therapy, and his psychiatrist at the facility said that maybe he could be moved to a different unit by the end of the day.
Mike said he was lonely. That figured- he was cut off from the entire family. He asked if we could come visit, and I said that Margret had forbidden him to see the kids until further notice. He began to cry and said he needed to see Ashley, and while I tried to be patient, my blood began to boil. Even with all the trouble he’d brought on the family over her, she was still the person he cared about the most. I repeated that he wasn’t allowed to and reminded him that we could lose the kids if I gave into his wishes. His voice became peevish. It wasn’t fair, he said, to be punished this way. He had some things he needed to say to her, and he wanted a visit. I just shook my head in sadness and anger. It was like listening to a cranky child.
Mike said his time was up because the phone calls were to be kept short. He had to go, but he’d call me back later. I took the number of the unit payphone and as I hung up I heard a weird click come from the receiver. I didn’t think anything of it until I passed Ashley’s room on the way to the kitchen and heard her say, "Bye, Dad. I love you”.
Stunned, I threw open her door and stared at her. As I stepped in she gave me a triumphant smile, offering a simple "Dad wanted to talk to me" as explanation for her disobedience.
“Are you aware that you are putting you and your siblings at risk by talking to him on the phone when Margret said he’s not allowed to speak to you?” I asked. “Do you realize she could put all of you in foster care?”
She tossed her head and said, as if she hadn’t heard, "Dad wants me to visit him."
"You can’t," I said flatly. “No visits, no conversations. Don’t let me catch you talking to him again until Margret says you can.” Ashley glared at me and I left the room, heading for the washer. She followed me out and seemed to be challenging me when she said there was something I needed to know about Mike. “What?” I asked impatiently.
She looked down at her hands. “He’s smoking. He started while we were in the hotel.” I was speechless and furious. How could he be smoking when for as long as I could remember all I’d heard was how allergic he was to cigarette smoke! And then I recalled all the times he’d sat right next to Ash in that small office, a cigarette blazing from her lips and the smoke curling around her. Second-hand smoke! Ashley was responsible for getting him hooked and, and not only was I angry with her, but I despised Mike for his weakness. Like I hadn’t warned him!
If this wasn’t enough of a mess, my father called me that afternoon. He’d been having some medical problems recently and had it checked out by his doctor. The results were back, and he had prostate cancer. I just sat there, closing my eyes in pain, and asked how bad it was. My dad said he was probably mid-stage and needed some aggressive treatment, but if he followed the doctor’s orders he should be okay. That is not as good as it sounds because Dad is notorious for living his life his way and not listening to his doctor.
As soon as he hung up, there was Mike back on the phone. Somehow he’d already heard about my father, and he was sorry he couldn’t be at home to comfort me. He said he’d telephoned Margret to ask about the children visiting and also left a message for her supervisor to complain about her lack of professionalism. In turn, I told him that I didn’t appreciate him going behind my back and speaking to Ashley when it could get all of us in trouble. All he could say was that he missed her and just wanted to say, “hi”.
Another telephone call came in as I was hanging up, and it was Marilyn, checking in for me. She asked how I was doing, and I said I was tired and losing patience with Ashley. I didn’t tell her about her talking to Mike, but I hinted that she was going to be difficult to control without him here, and Marilyn commiserated. She asked if I’d had another chance to talk to my daughter since Tuesday, and I replied that she was hostile and wanted to be left alone. Puzzled, she asked what happened to our newfound friendship, and I said I had no idea. Had she, Marilyn asked, had any opportunity to spend time alone with her father since then, and I said yes. Tuesday night, almost all day Wednesday and the day before until they returned home. She speculated that, knowing he was losing control over Ash, he had probably said something to her about me to make her angry on purpose. I agreed, but there’s nothing I can do if she wants to act like that.
It was almost 4:30 by this time, and I had nothing planned for dinner. I gave the kids a quick snack to ward off hunger and threw some clothes into a load of laundry and another load in the dryer. Half an hour later the doorbell rang, and it was a pizza delivery service. Bless Marilyn, she had called in a pizza order for us upon discovering how bad my day had gone. It was a wonderful gesture of friendship and concern, and it made my awful day a little brighter.
What I didn’t know was that my troubles were just beginning. |
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Quiz thingy about the past
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December 3rd, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by sk8r4ever |
-How many girlfriends or boyfriends have told you they love you?
6
-Have you ever thought that you were going to marry a person?
yes acually
-Are you crushin' on anyone right now?
kinda...its complicated
-Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt?
yes i hurt everyday
-Are you happier single or in a relationship?
depends sometimes single sometimes in a relationship
-Have you ever been cheated on?
yes
-What is your favorite thing(s) about the opposite sex?
depends on the girl
-Have you ever had your heart broken?
yeah amazingly its my fault and hasnt heal'd yet
-Have you ever broken someone's heart?
yes and i regret it every day
-Talk to any of your ex's?
at the moment only 1 but i dont have a problem talking to my x's
-If you could go back in time and change things, would you?
yes...but only from january till now and id change alot
-Do you believe that you are a good boyfriend or girlfriend?:
yeah but i can have my moments
-Have you dated people who were not good to you?
yes! who hasnt?
-Have you been in an abusive relationship?
yeah but it was equaly abusive(not physical abuse just mental and emotional)i would never hit a girl(unless she had a gun then its on like donkey kong
-Have you dated someone older than you?
yeah but only by a couple a months
-younger?
yeah a couple years younger
-Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
depends on what they did to screw things up the first time
-Believe in love at first sight?
no but i do believe that you know it when you meet your soul mate. mayeb not right away but soon enough
-Ever been given an engagement ring?
nope
-Do you want to get married?
yes just not right now
-Do you have something to say to any of your ex's?
ummmmm heather.....your a bitch a confusing one at that. but you can be careing undersatanding when you want to and thats what i love about you. and why i think im still so much in love with you
-Ever liked someone else's boyfriend or girlfriend?
yeah but i dont mess with chicks with b/f's
-Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds?
ummm you know about the holocaust, how bad it was. well take that and make it 20 times worse and turn it into nothing but pain and your really close to how it feels. |
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no turning back
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May 21st, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by ilive4this |
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i have made mistakes in my life. i am willing to admit my faults. i'm far from perfect and i dont ever want to seem like i am. but i have been hurt myself. for a while, i blamed myself. because i fucked up and i knew that was part of the reason that everything got messed up. but as time passed and i still hurt, i realized that it was no one's fault. things happen and sometimes things aren't meant to turn out the way you'd like them to. it's been rough. and i always seemed to backtrack. but as much as i've been through. i'm done. and i'm never turning back. no regrets. not anymore. |
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speak
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April 28th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by lostindark714 |
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hello little peeps today is good heather is beating me up over my dell that she claims is hers and well im not standing for it anyway julie the love of my life is now a jelous gummybear boat hater but thats ok i still love her little jelous guts out even if she is a shit streak underware weggie puller ha ha
anyway i love her she talks about me but its good its all good |
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kill monkeys
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33.purple and white
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August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by html |
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Hi again.
I think you guys get the procedure by now.
If you don't, read all the stuff on the entries 32 and 33.
Layout.
click me.
Prefs.
click me.
header code.
*remeber to take out the spaces!
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finally
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May 2nd, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by atgxstrings |
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I have one of these damn things, happy heather |
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August 13th, 2008 @ 3:51pm |
| by onceoponatym |
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ok so im finally writing
[are you happy heather ?]
ok so lately.. umm hmm. Last week was exams. i swear i never thought it would end. but it did =)
So saturday was the dance (oh geez) and it sucked. we stayed until like 9:30 then went to taco bell and went to seths house and played pool, and had a party of our own.
AND I GOT TO WEAR LUKES HAT!!!!
and your right seth.. i didnt even have to threaten him.. i have mad skills.. or something along those lines.
oh yea seth and heather go out. finally.
ummm sunday and monday we just hung out at dustins and played video games cause were lazy.
Today S-U-C-K-E-D
dustin was sick =(
every class was boring.
since its 2nd semester i have study hall 7th now and she called the role and called seths name.. but he wasnt in the class. so im guessing he switched his class too. which sucks.
Mark gave me a ride home and stayed over for a little while. ummm...
now 3 months from now.. i shall write another entry. but until then.. alls i can say is *POKE* and.. *OMG I JUST SAID ALLS* and *DAMN YOU SETH*
THE END!
PS: maybe that wasnt the end
PSS: feel better dustin. i love you. |
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I♥comments
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NEW SITDAIRY!!!!
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October 29th, 2008 @ 5:57pm |
| by nightshade |
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It is listed under sorian
sorian
thats it just
sorian
ok ^_^ |
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this life
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January 7th, 2009 @ 10:20pm |
| by bob |
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Love is a lie... It's a name given to a feeling we don't understand, because we'd rather just label it, believing that giving something so complicated a simple name means we understand it. But a name is nothing, and labelling "Love" doesn't help us understand it any further, just gives a formal title to that which we all know and feel, and in most if not all cases, get hurt from...
Naming something doesn't mean you understand it. If anything, the name makes the thing so much more complex... |
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Hug?
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