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Friends of Samiam
| [708]Identity | February 15th, 2008 @ 12:00am |
| by bottledemotion | |
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Unfortunately, at some point in the past three years, I let some unfamiliar force take control of my life. This unfamiliar force is what I believe to be a metamorphasis. I am reaching a new chapter in my life, and I am forced to let go of the old. I cannot stay the same forever ... that very thought is unsettling. I wonder if the transition from adolescence to adulthood will feel like the time I felt my childhood slip through my fingertips. I remember the day my youthful energy diminished and my soul was no longer as carefree as a child's. I am losing my identity. Adulthood carries with it so many demands, yet so few rewards. |
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| 1586 hit(s) | (5 comments) | What of my soul? |
| November 22nd, 2007 @ 12:00am | |
| by sexyhair | |
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| 456 hit(s) | (4 comments) | leave comment |
| WTF? | March 16th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by tadlock | |
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Love, me |
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| 152 hit(s) | (1 comments) | Boodey Chatta |
| Fresh Beginning. | October 17th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by kickthebucket | |
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And I don't think that's enough to keep me happy. I guess I can't really complain. I mean, I have a roof over my head. I have clothes on my back. I have food in my stomach. I have a car. I have a good job. I make good money. Some people would think I have it made. But for some reason, I still hurt inside. I guess it's because I don't have anyone to share that with anymore. Or maybe it's because him getting back together with his ex-girlfriend made me feel like I wasn't good enough. One of the guys at work introduced me to this guy named Brian who works at the Firestone up the street from my old store. I had actually seen him in my old store a few times before I saw him in my new store. So we kind of already knew each other, I guess. But I didn't know his name or anything. He's gorgeous. Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, good-looking body, nice ass. The whole nine yards. He's practically perfect. The guy that introduced us said he's going to have to plan a party at his house (he moved in with Brian, apparently.) and invite me over. So I'm guessing the guy is actually into me, too. Not bad. Not bad at all. :D Maybe things will start to look up, afterall. |
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| 97 hit(s) | (0 comments) | bitch, bitch. |
| the chuck with all the cheese. | February 12th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by abominate | |
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Listening to: korn - make me bad
Feeling: cheesy
maybe next year. or maybe it was just spite because my parents couldnt afford to take me to chuck e. cheeses when i was a kid. it really wasn't fair.. birthday parties that were homeade. i remember one year, my mom took me to walmart and told me i could have two things for my birthday. they both couldn't be over five dollars. all i wanted was a beanie baby, and we couldn't pull that off. yeah it was spite. i'm a selfish bitch. the end. |
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| 135 hit(s) | (1 comments) | pure imagination.. |
| yeah | December 1st, 2008 @ 11:47pm |
| by cicero | |
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should i see one. for now i say thank you. thank you so much. i have found love and friendship here. companionship and understanding. i love you and i thank you. i may even be lucky enough to explain one day. in the meantime, hate the IRS. hate customs. as a favor. forgive me for promises broken. please. i miss you. diffuse candlelight light yields neither luminescence nor illumination. and we do not seek them here in this room. i think this place may be the place where madness has a voice and discordantly whispers to us in the sound of heartbeats. i look with care but i see no reflections in your eyes. nor yours. . . nor yours nor even sheen the soulless eyes of night that peer through the curtains of a window near the ceiling. “you are my insanity,” she whispers and reaches out a cupped palm a child’s hand. with coloured nails. i look into her lemming eyes. and do not dispute. how many infinities of time are contained within a single moment. “do you think there might be an afterlife?” i lean forward concentrate. on the flame. then back and reach out my (soul?) left hand to continue the circuitous ritual. “i hope not,” says my friend. and laughs. and laughs. and laughs. my mind sways and sloshes and i hear another say “i think this is my afterlife.” |
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| 533 hit(s) | (8 comments) | go ahead |
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