Stress, as told by Bri. |
"You know, I was thinking the other day, and I can't wait to get out of here. I hate my mom. She gives me zits."- Briana Marie Knowles
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 23:04:00 GMT |
Hey, Bray. |
You made me laugh when times were bad and shined the brightest light on my life and for that I'd give you the world if I could. You gave me a second chance and allowed me to prove my honesty and dedic...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 08:58:00 GMT |
Void. |
Perhaps one of the most saddening things is realizing that after so long, a fantastic relationship and friendship has come to a complete end. There is nothing left, there is no hope for a friend...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 09:40:00 GMT |
Sailor Speak. |
As delightful as relationships can be in the beginning, they often end with the exact opposite sentiments. The great romantic american ideal instills in us that we should know who 'the one' is from th...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 18:57:00 GMT |
My Moon, My Man. |
Today I realized how anxious I am to meet the man that I will spend the rest of my life with. How anxious I am to throw my arms over his shoulders and smile up at him after he gets home from a long da...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 16:35:00 GMT |
Free. |
That desire that I could float alone through space in a state of inertia, staring at the pretty display of warm yet distant places, saying hello to nothing. Knowing that all is silence and yet,...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 21:26:00 GMT |
Briana. |
she stares intensely into the invisible air as if the abject object of hatred is floating right in front of her eyes. Inside, she's screaming helplessly because of all the arrows that life is shooting...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 10:47:00 GMT |
Rose. |
She's young, very young. Too young, in fact, to know the darkest side of human souls. Still, she knows for sure that she would die for anyone she likes or despises as long as it is for the cause of lo...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 10:34:00 GMT |
