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    10/25/2008

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    oops
    10/24/2008

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    Utter exhaustion
    Epic le sigh
    frinds
    new fitting
    10/22/2008

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    Yes, that's more pain than you've ever seen.
    I've encountered death before.
    You don't want  to remember this, it's nothing...
    I don't matter, anyone, push me down the stairs.
    I'm not bulletproof, everyone,  my heart remembers bruises .

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    uncommon pain.
    10/19/2008

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    Ouch.
    Bored.
    Sorry.
    Bored.
    Please?
    Bored.
    Wanting....
    Bored.
    Need-that.
    Now.
    10/18/2008

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    Button button
    Please
    Mine
    Epic
    Thankyou
    When?
    Will you?
    Leg
    For me
    Pigtails
    Eyeliner
    Underwear
    10/17/2008

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    Questioning
    Depression
    Childhood
    Reality
    Existance
    Purpose
    Porpoise
    Friendship
    Love
    Dolphin
    Pain
    Solitude
    Wobygong
    10/10/2008

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    Gosh, I love so damn much.
    10/9/2008

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    EPIC BOREDOM LULZ

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    Lack of credit....
    Summer coming?
    But if it's alone there's no point.
    Cold in the heat.
    Lovely time.
    Short, but lovely.
    Champagne Supernova.
    Why is there a boxing kangaroo in the header?
    xx
    10/6/2008

    warm?

    Neighbours, aye?
    Nice today.
    Sweetness....
    Innocent.... fun.
    Illness, please no.
    Thankyou...?
    Hmm.

    10/5/2008

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    Hmm.....
    Computer....
    10/4/2008

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    Work.
    Lovely day.
    Excitingly new, independantly fun.
    Summer, yes?
    Coffee, muffin, icecream, pasta.
    Good day.. heh.
    Surviving, fitfully.
    Still concerned.
    Independance.
    10/2/2008

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    The losing slowly pulls out all of what's inside me and tramples it into the dusty, poison-studded carpet of this bitter, bitter earth.
    I'm not in control of the whirl-wind-spinning mind-ache, it's just the coincidental smudging of the tearstrewn makeup on my face from yesteryear.
    Not even that damn bad, you say, and I know you're thinking about it all another way.
    Infact, perhaps you even may not quite remember what you seem to think I never heard you say...
    As though it were the only time the aching of my strain-limp being had been apparent to you, you'll shoot.

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    How is it aching?