17.06 on 3.29

I should probably say something about the party at Brian's... but I don't have the heart to...

Nothing happened if any of you are wondering... he didn't even know what I was suggesting... and I got soo worked up by being such a wuss that I almost threw up because of the snakes in my stomach....

Brian don't feel bad, it's not your fault.

Yea... the party sucked....

16.55 on 3.21

Yes... I know that it is spring break... I know that everybody's happy... but I realize now I can't handle this for almost two weeks... I need the relaxation, but I'm not gonna get it.... I need to move out... Don't know how... but if that's what I'm forced to do, I'll do it...

Sam's over... its been interesting as always... made cookies... folded underwear.... *blink*

tonight is the service of shadows... the time of year that I feel comfortable in church... these are the days I live for.... they are my soul... everyone else usually ignores them... I feel like I'm on the wrong side of the line, the glass and the mirror...

17.24 on 3.19

FIRST DAY OF SPRING BREAK!!!!

I'll update more later

15.19 on 3.6

Should I start posting poetry up here since you all seem to LOVE it soo much? the only thing I'm afraid of is plagiarism... and you'll say to make griffonsden private, but I like being able to have random people wander through... even if they never really do... leave me to my illusions...

So.... nothing's really been up... I have determined that Blink 182 is my all time favorite band even though they're a group of perverts!

Nothing up... I'm soo bored... I should be doing homework... but I'm ready to give up... to fail...

I'm not me anymore

14.07 on 3.1

How can it hurt this bad? I just feel empty... It's not anyone's fault, it's just my own... again...
I wrote a poem on Moodle...

Tears make kiddy scribble lines down my face...
I try to erase them with a tissue held to my cheek,
but you know that erasers never work on anything other than pencils...
I try to hold it in...
my lip shivers and quakes like the beginning of an earthquake
I sniff so that my nose doesn't run
I lick my lips so that they won't notice my eyes welling up
so they won't notice the hole in my chest that was ripped a little farther
don't notice
leave me in the conrer
don't let anyone see this slip up,
this tear-streaked face...
the walls crack a little more and I collapse into my hands
I cry for all that happened, all that ever will happen
I sob into my mother's chest...
I feel so lost...
someone find me....
before I'm gone