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What the heck is that? I mean seriously? Electrocute? Is that like a cute person.. being electrocuted? Or is it just a more advanced version of cute? What? Better yet, is it like a explosion of cuteness that sets of electric sparks? What on earth is electrocute? Anndd.. that odd moment when I realize it means electrocute.. like to electrocute something..

Posted By faith On 04.26.2013 @ 2:58 pm

It was good to once again go to the library, there is a peacefullness there that can’t be found anywhere but in the library.

Posted By faith On 11.24.2012 @ 6:17 pm

I thought I knew what I was doing. I thought I was in control. But that changed. It changed with the drugs and the alcohol and it changed my life; all because of something I thought. I thought I could hide it, or use it to my advantage. i thought it would make it better.

I thought wrong.

Posted By Faith On 11.17.2012 @ 7:17 pm

I was that somebody. I never wanted to be the nobody, or just anybody. I wanted to be that somebody. But instead, I lost everything. I was the somebody who wanted to die, to hurt herself. I was the somebody that lost control of her emotions. I am that somebody.

Posted By Faith On 11.12.2012 @ 8:14 pm

the big wood river: it is so terrifying with spring runoff flood.

Posted By Faith On 11.09.2012 @ 2:32 pm

The ground welled up around my feet and I felt myself falling. Quicksand? Hell on Earth? Who knows? All I knew was I was being eaten by the ground. Eaten by the motherfucking ground.

It was probably always going to end up like it, I guess. Awful circumstances I get myself in.

Posted By Faith On 11.05.2012 @ 1:18 pm

for french inhale…do it again:Dfrench inhale…

Posted By faith On 09.30.2012 @ 11:52 am

I wish for Before a lot. Before I screwed up my life. Before I changed. Before I lied. Lots of people say they wish they would change things. Do something over again. Fix their lives. I don’t want to fix my life; I know I can’t. I just wish for Before.

Posted By Faith On 09.24.2012 @ 10:32 pm

begin im not sure if im supposed to start or if i am supposed to write about begin. oh well. so begin it means start or go and i think about races when i think of go or the green means go by dr. sues. that was a very good book abd that makes me think about the color green.

Posted By Faith On 09.20.2012 @ 10:57 pm

We stood there, just the two of us. Together. The word hung in the air, like an uneasy cloud. We didn’t know what to say. Together, us? We weren’t together. We are just two people, both trying to find their way through this mixed up world. And somehow, along the way, we fell in love. I guess we were together after all, in a topsy-turvy way that made no sense whatsoever.

Posted By Faith On 09.17.2012 @ 3:53 pm

I’m alive. I’ve drank and been drunk, tried and failed at killing, and have ultimately messed up my life. I took pills without thinking, and took a knife to my skin by thinking. But I’m alive. I am alive because these few people loved me unconditional, without boundaries or constants. And because of them, I am alive.

Posted By Faith On 09.16.2012 @ 6:32 pm

My life was sustained, balanced on something that was shaky and invisible. It’s like we all coasted on glass, not realizing it was shattering beneath us. I could look back and see the real reason life was so messed up now- we all sustained ourselves on things that truly didn’t matter.

Posted By Faith On 09.04.2012 @ 6:26 pm

outstanding,everlasting peace in the world. No more war no more violence no more discrimination or prejudice. All that is left is silence. Like the calm of the ocean after a storm. The only question now is what will mankind become? What will they do now that their time is not consumed by the violence of war by the need to solve every problem. If mankind can change and true humanity be reached then the world has perhaps performed a miracle.

Posted By Faith On 09.04.2012 @ 4:42 pm

Her eyes were covered, behind an unreadable expression. Blank and soulless, like her soul was cut off. Those once glimmering, exciting, loving blue green eyes were covered under a veil of despair, and heartbreak.

Posted By Faith On 09.02.2012 @ 1:26 pm

I think texture is what colors the world. What makes grass different from green, water different from the sky, and sand different from wood. We feel not with our hearts or our minds, but with our hands.

Posted By Faith On 09.01.2012 @ 5:59 pm

I always like to think I’m saved. Like the pastors always said, the Savior brings salvation…right? Sometimes I worry God is too mad or disappointed with me to save me. Like I’m letting everyone in heaven down. And that scares me, because someday I want to know I am just loved and saved for being me.

Posted By Faith On 08.29.2012 @ 7:17 pm

I refuse to tell the truth. Maybe it’s because I’ve told lies for too long, that I’ve forgotten the truth I’ve lived. Or maybe it’s because I refuse to think that I am less of a person than I pretend to be.

Posted By Faith On 08.27.2012 @ 3:18 pm

I received a chain letter one time. Most are are the stupid “forward or you will die at midnight tomorrow “-type threats. Funny thing, I’ve never died. I think the only reason people forward those is because they want to make an impact. A chain reaction. Because when they send that email or text on, they are effecting someone. And isn’t that what we all want? To impact the world?

Posted By Faith On 08.26.2012 @ 7:30 am

I think there are two sides to every story. Sometimes the truth comes out, even when we don’t want it to. We interpret things in a bunch of different ways, Like we all understand life. But in truth, we don’t. We all just want to think we do.

Posted By Faith On 08.25.2012 @ 10:06 am

I think a doorknob is a very interesting thing. I don’t know if that’s just me, but they go through alot. Think of all the germs that go on those things DAILY. That’s just SCARY to think about. I mean seriously..wow.. Anyways, I should learn where and when they originated. I’m going to do that one day.. Hmm..yes. Well. BYE.!

Posted By Faith On 07.13.2012 @ 2:44 pm

Suggesting something is a terrifying feat. One can never predict how the suggestion will be taken, or if it is even a good one to give. I’ve given hundreds of suggestions in my life, but I’m sure I’ve given some that, if they were taken, would end catastrophically. That said, I’m quite glad most people write me off as clinically insane, because my favorite suggestion is “go jump off a bridge.” That could end messy.

Posted By Faith On 07.10.2012 @ 11:03 pm

And with a stolen kiss, you’ll be mine, and happy we will be.

Posted By Faith On 07.10.2012 @ 9:07 pm

If I were to dwell on anything too long, say for example, the word “dwell,” that’s something of a waste isn’t it? Dwell… dwell… the sound is good, round, simple, it sounds like what it is. Dwell is a space of leisure.

Posted By Faith On 06.23.2012 @ 8:48 pm

Balloons are really cool! I love them because they have many different colors! I always love letting them go and into the sky! It’s fun when I try to keep it up without it touching the floor! I love playing balloon karate with my sister Hope!

Posted By Faith On 04.28.2012 @ 6:54 am

are bullshit. who is to say how good or bad something is and put a number, letter, or anything about it?! we should all be our own judge. no more grumpy old buggers saying what’s right and wrong or beauty or poison. let’s tell ‘em to fuck off and see for ourselves what it’s about.

Posted By Faith On 03.20.2012 @ 5:16 pm

Weave. The first thing that pops into my head (unfortunately) is how many girls at work have weaves. I hate my job. I hate the people I work with. I want to do great things. I will do great things.

Posted By Faith On 03.02.2012 @ 6:00 pm

someone with low self esteem and who needs reasurrance through others

Posted By Faith On 02.15.2012 @ 10:50 pm

Just sitting here. So peaceful, leaning against the trunk of an apple tree. Serenity envelopes me. I never want to leave. <3

Posted By faith On 01.03.2012 @ 4:35 pm

There was a centerpiece that has always caught my interest. My entire childhood I have had questions about its elegance and mysteriousness. Was it a family heirloom? No one spoke about it. I would study it for awhile. I asked everyone but they just shook there head and told me to run along. It was only then did I realize that they were hiding something from me.

Posted By Faith On 12.04.2011 @ 9:12 pm

Dull people. Experiences make a person interesting and if someone is dull, they either haven’t experienced anything or have and don’t talk about them for whatever reason.

Posted By Faith On 10.17.2011 @ 11:36 am