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Posted By Mary On 02.18.2011 @ 3:06 pm

I looked down at the green stringy vines crawling up my brown trunk. They entangled themselves together like lovers who would never see each other again after that night. Crawling ever closer to my heart

Posted By Mary On 02.18.2011 @ 9:58 am

My hair. My hair is tangly every single day, it mirrors my life. I try to fix things, and they only become a giant knot on my head, and no matter how long I incessantly comb it I can’t brush it out.

Posted By Mary On 02.17.2011 @ 9:32 pm

The tangles in her hair seemed to be mocking her when she looked in the mirror that morning, as if to say “I know what you did last night.”

Posted By mary On 02.17.2011 @ 1:36 pm

thats it my microphone broke…. I couldn’t believe how hard I had tried. My one life goal gone. Simple for a microphone all it has to do is project. I’m the one with the brain. Or mmaybe not? AM i a microphone for others thoughts?

Posted By mary On 02.13.2011 @ 12:17 pm

there is something at the end of every shopping spree…a price to pay. There is a charge that goes with all good things. Also like lightning and being shocked on playgrounds as a child. murder is also something to be charged with.

Posted By mary On 02.12.2011 @ 10:40 pm

Are we all just cowards? How does one define coward? Do we each have a different, unique definition of the word? Of course, there’s the Marriam-Webster’s dictionary definition, but that doesn’t capture all of the emotion behind the word. Let’s be honest, dictionaries are just cowards.

Posted By Mary On 02.09.2011 @ 8:09 pm

SHe sunk to the floor, too afraid to speak her mind. The crowd continued to gather around him, leaving her behind in the shadows of the hall. If only you knew, she tried to shout but all that she could meager was a raspy whisper. She would be forever alone, all because she was nothing more than a coward.

Posted By Mary On 02.09.2011 @ 3:59 pm

Coward. Fear. hesitation. the inability to do what you want, do what you should do, do what needs to be done. Coward. Failure. Embarrassment. Put your heart and being on the line just so you will never be labeled a coward.

Posted By Mary On 02.09.2011 @ 3:23 pm

For a Christmas present this year, Tyler bought me a sweet pea basket from B&BB. I love that smell. Smells remind you of places or people. Like to me, I have a certain way in my head that the cold smells. I love it.

Posted By Mary On 02.09.2011 @ 7:34 am

Morning comes all too soon, and I try to hold on to the last few seconds of dreaming before they escape, but the sound of my alarm, shatters the remnants of my perfect world. I realize the room is too cold, and the blankets have managed to tangle themselves up uncomfortably. My arm is asleep from

Posted By Mary On 02.07.2011 @ 10:56 pm

This morning, my alarm didn’t go off. I worked night shift saturday night, and when I got home to sleep I set it to wake me up at 12:30pm, and then didn’t change it back to am for this morning. So I ending up missing my very important bio class this morning. I will remember next time to change it!!!

Posted By Mary On 02.07.2011 @ 11:24 am

Pills, red ones, blue ones, little ones, big ones. I like to call it party mix. I actually have never taken anything stronger than an aspirin.

Posted By Mary On 02.06.2011 @ 11:01 pm

Well when I think about suicide, it makes me sad. First, because it’s awful that someone would think of killing himself because there is not enough joy in his life. Second, I feel bad for enjoying myself while not thinking of these people are suffering in my midst.

Posted By Mary On 02.05.2011 @ 9:07 am

I have often thought about committing suicide. I could never do it, my family would fall apart. There are just some days where I think, there is no way in hell I can keep doing this. I feel as though my parents were cruel in bringing me into this world.

Posted By Mary On 02.04.2011 @ 11:36 pm

photos and fireflies need darkness in order to be seen.

Posted By mary On 02.01.2011 @ 2:49 pm

Family thrown together at a Christmas party, fumbling bodies exchanging awkward greetings mixed with curiosity and laughter. Too many people fill a small space, trying to get to know one another even though they have all but nothing in common.

Posted By Mary On 01.26.2011 @ 12:40 pm

time is endless. We think we know when the end is coming toward us, but we really have no idea. Life as we know it will come to an end, but ultimately it is endless. The earth will continue revolving and we are just a small part of it.

Posted By Mary On 01.21.2011 @ 10:36 pm

i don’t like sports very much. Though, gymnastics, figure skating, and soccer aren’t too bad. Baseball is boring and so is football. i guess i just like art forms more than anything else.

Posted By mary On 01.17.2011 @ 6:23 pm

A quality found in the other sex. When they don’t care about you enough…or rather, they just care about themselves too much. If only they could feel the same thing as the same time then it would not be a whim anymore. It would be a mutual agreement.

Posted By Mary On 01.15.2011 @ 9:54 am

Last summer I had my heart broken, although not in a romantic way. It was broken by my best friend. I am still broken. I don’t think I’ll be the same again. I wish I could have her back, yet at the same time I never want to speak to her again.

Posted By Mary On 01.13.2011 @ 1:30 pm

doll aretha franklin river deep mountain high glee love you diva love it grows

Posted By mary On 01.10.2011 @ 4:12 pm

I got my first credit card in 2009. November. I remember I wanted one that didn’t have an anual fee so that I didn’t have to pay for anything when I wasn’t using it. It was a really good idea because I’ve been accumulating credit and maybe I’ll buy a house someday…

Posted By Mary On 01.06.2011 @ 1:55 pm

a route is somewhere to go, its the word people use when they ask for directions, what route should we take? its also a song, on route 66, which for some reason i heard for the first time in the pixar movie cars. who woulda thunk it? interesting. get your kicks, on route 66!!!!

Posted By mary On 01.02.2011 @ 8:00 am

Sometimes I think I am so lucky to have what I have. But others I feel like I deserve more. Is that horrible. I just want more. Some people aren’t lucky. What is luck though?

There’s no real answer.

Posted By Mary On 12.27.2010 @ 9:53 pm

She looked up at the tall shelf of books. Every one of them was leather bound with gold letters. They loomed over her, a giant wall of stories just…waiting. She grabbed the one closest to herself. Upon opening it, she discovered it was a big book of myths. She read every word over, devouring the stories–ancient myths, really. She went on great big adventures with all sorts of warriors and demons and dragons. As she closed the book, she felt only sadness. The adventures were over. Now all she could do was read them again. She put the book back on the shelf. And sat. She sat up and looked up at those books. Then, she stood up and grabbed another.

Posted By Mary On 12.26.2010 @ 7:51 pm

I stared in the mirror at myself. I lightly pulled at my own, long hair. Poked around my face. Blinked a few times to make sure all of this was real. I didn’t look like myself. I couldn’t possibly be who the mirror was portraying. It must have been my alter ego. She slipped into the mirror and glared back at me. Yes! That’s it! My alter self, my alter ego, was trying to make me believe I was her. But I was me. So I slipped out of the bathroom silently and never looked at that mirror again. I figured my alter ego would follow me into ever mirror available.

Posted By Mary On 12.23.2010 @ 12:29 pm

I like to type like my grandma in the old days with a thng that has no eraser and is annoyiong to type on. Makes cool noise though. And I dont know what happened to the one we sed to have but I thought it was cool to type on when I was little. I wonder what ben thinks of typewriters. I have never asked him before. Joel would like one and so would dorothy. They would like the sound. I really like the sound of water. We need a sound machine for wen we mov into our new apartment so Joel wont wake up. Ben is annoyed with Joel because he ust woke up.

Posted By mary On 12.18.2010 @ 7:40 pm

“You’re wrong,” Axel growled at Caleb. “At least I tried to figure it out Axel. All you did was wait for Marcy to get the right answer and then you stole it off her computer,” Caleb snorted. “Where is your proof, Caleb?” Axel sneered. “Actually, Axel, I recommended that Marcy install video cameras in her office. Came in handy, didn’t they?” Axel’s face turned white. This time, he was wrong.

Posted By Mary On 12.15.2010 @ 6:24 pm

I was wrong. It dawned on me so suddenly. Rose was right..she has been right this whole time I had been arguing. She knew it. She was always right. I was so deep in now..how would I come out with my reputation?

Posted By Mary On 12.15.2010 @ 6:20 pm