Is There?Is there a difference Between not knowing And not caring?Is There?
Hey ThereHey there I'm watching you With my own eyes I don't even know you Who knows, we just might be the same Is it just me Hey There I just found you Now I want to know you But I don't even know your name Hey There You're avoiding me Why can't I go near you I won't give up, though I want to know who you are What you're all about Hey There I'm just lying, you know Maybe I don't want to know you I only saw you this once Maybe later, when I know for sure You're only a toy for me, but for now Hey ThereHey There
Quit ItQuit it Quit looking at me With those hungry eyes I don't even know you Who cares if we just might be the same There is no we Quit it I just met you You want to know me But I don't even know your name Quit it You're scaring me I don't like you by my side But I won't back down I won't run, I'm braver than you Even if I'm only a target Quit it I'm just lying, you know Maybe I do want to know you Just not like this, not now Maybe later, when I know for sure It's not a joke, but for now Quit itQuit It
fallingWater. All I could see was blue, Blue, and red, deep, blood red… What was I doing here? Why did my chest hurt so badly? And my head…? Ouuuu-OH! I remember…falling. Playing on the rocks with Sammy and Jean. Playing on the rocks with Sammy and Jean and falling down. Hitting my head on the rock, slipping over, NO, being pulled… By the current over the edge of the falls. That explained the head… But…my chest? My lungs? I still don’t know why… I remember…going under. I don’t remember… Coming back up. I see another cofalling
| WARNING. EXTREME RANDOMNESS. OK, sooooo let's get this over with. In case you don't already know, I am a chick, NOT a dude. A sick, morbid chick... I guess you could say I'm the artsy type. I write, draw, and take photos(Is that the right way to say it?). I gots mehself an I.Q. of 138...but I'm not really known for my common sense. I dabble with various instruments, but I play trumpet pretty good, if that counts for anything. I cook...um,ok,I burn myself(hehehe, stupid stove!),and fall over various obstacles, I am found slightly humorous, partly due to my clutziness, teachers hate me for noooo reason at all(I have no idea how anyone could hate me XD), people say I look like Fergie and Kurt Cobain's secret child...(some random chick I didn't even know ran up to me in a pet store once, she gushed to me and her rather humiliated children about my appearance, and then shouted that to the whole world(store) that I looked just like Fergie. It was kinda scary). Oh, and I also go off on tangents ALOT. I eat a lot of pasta and drink a lot of sprite(inside joke), so do meh buddies!!! I have a CRAPLOAD of animals: five cats(Levi, Thomas, Snickers, Pearl, and Cuddles), three dogs (Ollie, Lollipop, and Annie), two guinea pigs (Rudolf and Oreo), and some guppies!  I think the new Disney stuff sucks eggs, the stuff from when Walt was alive doesn't, though... I act, mostly Shakespeare, but I also do modern stuff. It's reeeeaaallly important to me, and when I get older, I plan to be an actress of PURE WIN. Ooooooh, and I play soccer and swim... AND I'm OCD, and an insomniac, oh, aaaand just a bit spaztic. Aaaaaaaaand that's pretty much it about me. OH! And I talk a loooooooooooooooot. LATERS!!! |
Tralala
Stupefied
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not all things go away with pretty, white pills...
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not all things go away with pretty, white pills...
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"Wow, you're really slow."
"Hey! For your information, out of millions of sperm, I was the fastest!"
"I think it is much more likely that you were the slowest. They probably felt sorry for you, so they gave you a pretty good headstart."
"...dang it."
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not all things go away with pretty, white pills...
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not all things go away with pretty, white pills...
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