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| -glassxroses- (profile) wrote, on 9-24-2003 at 9:43pm | |
| Current mood: pensive Music: fif and other stuff on this random cd. Subject: hmm |
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| i am wondering about everything in my life... especially the stuff i can't control. there is so much that i would do if i had control over the actions of others that affected me... but i dont change the things that i can control because im simply too busy wondering what could be if i changed something that someone else said or did or even is. who am i? why do i think like i do? why do i hate what i hate, mainly myself? why do i not try to change what i can and accept what i cannot change? my neighbor told me i look exactly like her daughter elisa, especially now that i have short hair. her daughter is a friend of jesse's and she is at a school in boston right now, so she says that it's almost like she is still here. i want something to happen. something to take heed. something so that i will know, have the answers... to anything... -jackie- |
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Loud-Mime | 09-25-03 6:26am This isnt Jackie from Spanish river is? BTW, 10.5 piercing in ear? LOL, whats that .5!? |
-glassxroses- | Re:, 09-25-03 9:46pm yes... this is jackie from spanish river... how do i have 10.5 peircings?! umm... do i know you? even if i dont hey |
| Loud-Mime | Re: Re:, 09-26-03 6:46am Its Matt Epstein lol. This is the jackie that went to Europe? |
Anonymous | Re: Re: Re:, 10-01-03 9:01pm hummmm... no, i cant say ive ever been to europe. you got yourself the wrong jackie. sorry |
| Anonymous | sarah, 10-01-03 12:15am peter said: here are my scars not to impress but these pinkish folds of fleash are not merely desecration of the body, they are more. he said: here is my poetry, may it trigger you to deal with your own scars. so i, who suffers from wounds long neglected and never taken seriously, gaze at them with a derison i save for my own flooish theatrics. bitter beads of blood nesttle in the shallow white valleys created by deliberatw slashes. a thin razor ripped from its blue plastic casing so that i might draw forth this blood that washes my legs, cleansing them of the dirt encusted under my skin. "poetry?" what is more poetic than pain? and after pain: desire, blood, and shame. these rivulets of red are my poems. they slide across my thighs wacg a thought expressed in the only way left to me, now that the words are gone. there is no better way to say this. these actions are my excuses..."
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Anonymous | jackie, 10-01-03 9:00pm i love it. |
| emgreen | Re: jackie, 10-01-03 9:38pm :( |
| brokenxan9le | Re: jackie, 10-02-03 1:20am i thot u would. =) u should read that book. its like thoese chicken soup books. only better. i can relate to so much in it. if u like that read the book coz ull love it too xox |
Anonymous | Re: Re: jackie, 10-06-03 9:57am i almost did buy it the other day but i couldnt find it. me an mommy bought fitty dollas worth of books. lol. a lil dork shopping spree. now im reading flowers for algernon. -jackiepooooooo |