:: 2004 21 September :: 8.43 am

no one understands her love, her passion. she looks through the magazines, tryign to capture out the beauty of the models. their eyes emotionless. they look at her weird. make funof her. call her things she isnt. she wonders if it is so wrong to want to collect beauties? collect them and hold them since she knows she can never have it herself.

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:: 2004 18 September :: 11.06 pm

<<,,/`hiding takes too much`\,,>>
she felt the remorse of the day seeping throughout her hatred. a hatred for people, but the strongest, for herself. she was a bad, bad girl. no one could doubt it. it was written across her forehead as she stared at herself in the mirror. she could see the blood dripping down, contrasting with the paleness of her skin. she only imagined it. the desire to see it was too strong. grasping her head, wanting to tear it apart... wanting to make the voices stop as they keep echoing in her head. stop the noise... the noise... the screaming... she hated herself and she couldnt hide behind her mask anymore.

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:: 2004 15 September :: 7.11 pm

help me!!
how can i add a freakin background to this thing??? i have been trying and trying and i cant get this cool image for the background!!! help?

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:: 2004 14 September :: 9.48 pm
:: Mood: looking up

...::`` past the clouds and into the spacious sky ``::....
she looks in the mirror, trying to be beautiful. the days change her apperance. she smiles, because she is happy. sadness seeps in behind her eyes. she looks at everyone else. she wants to be different. everyone else is sad. she will be happy, because everyone else is not. they laugh at her because she is different. she closes her eyes to block it out, and then continues on. outside, the sky is spread across the horizon.

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