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Who could have known?Who could have know?   
All they wanted was a night out. No parents. No friends. Just them.   
Who could have know that they would never get that night out?   
It was perfect. His arm around her shoulder as they walked through the streets. The setting sun coloring the sky around them. Shades of pink, purple, and orange. All around.   
Who could have known that that setting sun, which had seemed so perfect, would be their demise?   
A soft breeze, ruffling his hair, billowing her skirt. They talked and laughed, glad to finally be alone. He teases, she laughs. They kiss.  
 
Who could Who could have known?
by ~CrazyPeopleWars
Now or NeverShe was so distracted, she hardly heard the last bell go off, signaling winter vacation.   
She walked with him outside like always, where they met up with their other friends, to walk to their busses. She smiled and laughed fakely, not really listening to her friends babble on, but concentrating on what she was about to do. Or what she  wanted  to do. They finally reached the busses, and he started to walk to his bus.  
 
 It's now or never. There it was again. That stupid little voice in her head. She usually ignored it, ingoring the cruel truths it usually spat out at her. But today, she listened.  H Now or Never
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The Phone CallHaylie couldn't concentrate. She was supposed to be finishing an essay for english, but all she could think about was that little, folded peice of paper in her pocket. She sighed, knowing that her essay was not going to be finished tonight, and pulled out the paper.  
 
It had been two days since she'd first gotten the paper, with a name and phone number on it. She wanted to call it, but she hadn't had the nerve. Haylie sighed again.  It's friday night, she thought,  it's now or never.  Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her cell phone and dialed the number.   
Riiiiing. Suddenly, Haylie felt like an idiot. & The Phone Call
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Betrayed"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" Doug cried as I continued to empty out my dresser.   
"I'm leaving. No one wants me here. No one cares." I finished with the dresser and moved on to the closet, shoving clothes into my duffel bag.   
"Do you really believe that?" Dougs voice got quiet and for a moment, I could almost imagine how my brother felt. Almost.   
Tunring around to face him, I said "Yes. I do believe that. Name one person who truly cares about what happens to me. Who doesn't pretend to care about what I do. Name one person who would be sorry to see me go. Name one."   
Silence.   
 Betrayed
by ~CrazyPeopleWars
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Her aunt was waiting for Jen in the kitchen. When Jen saw her, her smile faltered a bit. Each year, Jen dreaded her aunt's birthday present. The presents were always so weird, so creepy. Jen could only hope that this year would be better.   
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   Denial.   
Hysteria.   
Shock.  
 
All of those words, those stages, had been thrown at me. To prepare for what my mind had in store, I guess. But it meant nothing.  
 
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Then hysteria. Fancy word for uncontrollable sadness. Made me cry a lot. Yeah, whatever.  
 
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In the overlapping darkness that nobody can see out of....  In the devastation and destruction of you life...  In all the hard times..   
When things aren't going the way you want it to...  When it feels like you're ready to give up....  When nothing's alright...   
If you've ever felt the hole of loneliness...  If you've ever wanted to die...  If you ever felt like you couldn't hold on...   
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Hello There...

Sat Apr 11, 2009, 8:24 PM
  • Mood: Neutral
Every so often something pops up and it drags me back here....


And I don't know what to do.

I browse around sometimes to see what's what and....is it wrong to feel rejected because life still goes on?

Ok, so maybe rejected isn't the right word.

But it hurts(?) a little to know that I gave this up. Because as much as I hated this and what went down then, now I feel like I'm missing that...somehow.

This was such a big deal then. And I feel like it still should be now...but it's not. Is it?

I kind of want it to be... so that this could mean something instead of just me trying to make it mean something...

I don't know. Maybe it's from all the lack of sleep from the past week. The conversations that never happened. Maybe I just really needed that trip down memory lane...or I maybe I really didn't.

But that's beside the point.

Is there a point?

I guess I'm just saying that I'm missing something that used to mean so much....




Maybe we've just grown up, gotten older and realized that there's more important things....

But does that mean letting go completely?


What is this? What AM I doing? I don't know. Can you understand? Could you ever?

I don't know what this means..or if I'm even going to log in and post this...

I don't know what I'm doing...


Why the sudden urge to reconnect? Maybe it wasn't so sudden....

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~got2bbb Oct 5, 2008, 10:56:07 AM
dear XAN,

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-kt

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You will curse the day you did not do.
ALL THAT THE PHANTOMS ASKS OF YOU
DOOO
DO
DO
DO
DO
DOOOO
-The Phantom of the Opera

Hello, My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
-The Princess Bride
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~Mango921 Apr 14, 2008, 12:45:55 PM
Remind me to write about monkeys!

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Asking "How was school?" is like asking "How was the drive-by shooting?". You don't care how it was, you're just glad you made it out alive.
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~3an Apr 7, 2008, 2:37:18 PM
Have you smiled toady, Xan-Skank?

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Your soul has a single basic function—The act of valuing. Yes, or No, I wish or I do not wish. You can’t say yes without saying I. There’s no affirmation without the one who affirms. In this sense everything to which you grant your love is yours ~Ayn Rand
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~3an Mar 24, 2008, 12:01:12 PM
dude, follow my instructions. Open iTunes. Go to Edit and then Preferences. Click on the Playback tab. Is the Crossfade Playback box checked?

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Your soul has a single basic function—The act of valuing. Yes, or No, I wish or I do not wish. You can’t say yes without saying I. There’s no affirmation without the one who affirms. In this sense everything to which you grant your love is yours ~Ayn Rand
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~silver-moonlight Mar 19, 2008, 12:20:20 PM
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"I reject your reality, and substitute my own." ~Adam Savage, Mythbusters
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~silver-moonlight Mar 19, 2008, 12:23:37 PM
THAT RYE3WGTVHBY5T4SHOU

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"I reject your reality, and substitute my own." ~Adam Savage, Mythbusters
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~3an Mar 17, 2008, 5:30:18 PM
:poke:

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Your soul has a single basic function—The act of valuing. Yes, or No, I wish or I do not wish. You can’t say yes without saying I. There’s no affirmation without the one who affirms. In this sense everything to which you grant your love is yours ~Ayn Rand
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~3an Feb 12, 2008, 7:00:50 PM
what's up skank?

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Your soul has a single basic function—The act of valuing. Yes, or No, I wish or I do not wish. You can’t say yes without saying I. There’s no affirmation without the one who affirms. In this sense everything to which you grant your love is yours ~Ayn Rand
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~CrazyPeopleWars Feb 13, 2008, 5:55:13 PM
Not much, you garden tool.

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Xanitha Bananitha
~But I'll keep my true thoughts locked, inside my heart's black box.


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~3an Feb 16, 2008, 2:20:53 PM
That's pretty cool, you female dog.

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Your soul has a single basic function—The act of valuing. Yes, or No, I wish or I do not wish. You can’t say yes without saying I. There’s no affirmation without the one who affirms. In this sense everything to which you grant your love is yours ~Ayn Rand
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