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About Me

"i believe everything happens for a reason. people change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they're right, you believe less so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." -colt brennansome of my beliefs: Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written by reason.Ducunt volentem Fata, nolentem trahunt.oh... and stories and cigarettes ruin lives.Disclaimer: Cute, petite, smart, but also cruel, jaded, and cynical. Things even out.

My Interests

Tell me baby how does it feel Yeah how do you feel It's a top ten list of Things that move me the most It's a top ten list of Things that bother me the most A top ten list of Things that scare me the most I'd have to say that the future I choose to celebrate the first The first to come the first to go The first to say yes the first to say no I'm gonna seize this moment The first to come the first to go The first to say yes the first to say no We decide to go out walking The whole time that we're talking Convinced that we're living Whole time that we're dying Keeps me on my toes Where did the time go, yeah Keeps me on my toes Where did the time go You keep me on my toes Where did the time go

I'd like to meet:

truth be told, i haven't time for meeting ppl, plus being anti social doesnt leave room for meeting new people. However, I will tell you this little story which reveals insight into my mentality/personality and you can decide whether or not you'd want to meet me..."Picture this, the story begins. A boy and a girl; one rich, one poor. Most often it's the girl who's got no gold and that's how it is in the story I'm telling. There didn't have to be a ball. A walk in th woods was enough for these two to stumble into each other's paths. Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times. Our girl's pumpkin is just a pumpkin, and she crawls home after midnight, blood on her petticoats, violated. There will be no footman at the door with moleskin slippers tomorrow. She knows that already. She is pregnant, though.In the rest of th story, Cinderella gives birth to a girl, raises her in poverty and filth, abandons her after a few years in the grounds of the house owned by her violator. The story ends abruptly."

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Heroes:

My grandfather and grandmother.

My Blog

drowning.

its that unexpected moment of despair that no silent prayer can heal. trying to regulate the emotions you believe yourself to be strong enough to fight back the tears and if one slips by, unguarded,...
Posted by .Jt. on Sun, 11 May 2008 04:36:00 PST

pensaminientos

are you alright? such an easy question, rarely ever asked, when asked, rarely ever meant. for some its a hard question- perhaps hard to ask, perhaps even harder to answer. I suppose thats all i ever r...
Posted by .Jt. on Mon, 05 May 2008 08:41:00 PST

feelings

and like a dream, it came to me silent and fast without warning:   i didnt think it was possible to feel this way again.   impossibility is a state of mind. possible is hope given mobility...
Posted by .Jt. on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 08:20:00 PST

anti marriage declaration.

Please let me preface this....by stating that my position is personal. In other words, I do not think marriage isn’t great for other people. If you feel that marriage is what you want, need...et...
Posted by .Jt. on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 07:16:00 PST

contemplation

I sat and began to wonder... some of my relationships in my life are far from perfect. IS it too late to make something of ourselves? But this is another story, perhaps for another day.
Posted by .Jt. on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 05:59:00 PST

feelings on a sleeve.

and on those rare occasions when nothing else matters.... thats when im reminded such a silly little thing: im alive. it wouldn't have mattered if all the street lights went off in front of me as...
Posted by .Jt. on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 08:43:00 PST

remembering the forgotten.

i know i shouldnt be thinking this... or even after all this time feeling this. but how can i stop something i cannot control? to this i am weak, a mere mortal playing out on the worlds stage. i am an...
Posted by .Jt. on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 12:47:00 PST

errrrrrrr

cities crumbled, men grew old and yet my love remained. i doubted its existance i may have even doubted you but we grew strong in our absence. you spoke to me through stolen glances, and whispered sil...
Posted by .Jt. on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 08:24:00 PST

tag blog

Ok "Tagged You're It" is something to learn all sorts of stuff about your friends. Once you've been tagged you must write a blog. You can list any weird unusual or just a plain fact about yoursel...
Posted by .Jt. on Sun, 27 Jan 2008 10:39:00 PST

grrr blockage

i reached over hand met cold cotton sheets my heart searched the night for you    
Posted by .Jt. on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 09:41:00 PST