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The opposite of forget. I’m trying to forget everything I’ve ever learned and begin anew; but still remember.

Posted By Samantha On 05.30.2011 @ 3:50 pm

I don’t know when it started. She simply woke up one morning and didn’t remember who I was, or where she was, or what she was doing there. It was the most frightening moment of my life, because I knew then that she would soon be gone from my life and I would be alone.

Posted By Samantha On 05.30.2011 @ 2:03 pm

I like sideburns. I like facial hair on men. I myself, am a woman. A heterosexual woman. Who appreciates facial hair on a man. I like ruggedness and manliness.

Posted By Samantha On 05.29.2011 @ 9:01 pm

There’s no more mints. Fuck. My breath must reek. I’m totally busted I figure. I walk into my house diligently ready to get busted any second, but no one even greets me. The house seems to be empty. Or maybe I’m just tripping out.

Posted By Samantha On 05.28.2011 @ 8:58 am

in george orwell’s 1984 the canteen is were member of the outter part would have their meals.

Posted By samantha On 05.26.2011 @ 4:15 pm

Torch = Fire Fire = Scary Scary = Screams Screams = Sore Throat Sore Throat = Medicine Medicine =[

Posted By Samantha On 05.25.2011 @ 7:13 pm

I just typed a bunch of stuff about this word, but them my computer decided to be stupid and hit the back button…

Posted By Samantha On 05.25.2011 @ 7:08 pm

As I see the tornadoes coming towards my hometown, I can only imagine how it might destroy the lives we have created for ourselves, like how a torch can destroy a forest.

Posted By Samantha On 05.25.2011 @ 1:17 pm

I like pretzels. They can be small or they can be big. Sometimes you put cheese on them. Other times you can eat a handful at a game. Pretzels are a good source of salt. There are a lot of stories about how pretzels were originally made.

Posted By Samantha On 05.23.2011 @ 7:59 am

pretzels are delicious with alot of cheese and salt but yoga is super healing and soothing if your not afraid to bend. pretzels mmmm. this is an odd word. who thinks of how this is spelled? or how to spell words? zzz pretzel. ha. we serve pretzels at my school. I never get them though. maybe I should try something new. this has inspired life for me:)

Posted By Samantha On 05.22.2011 @ 10:52 pm

I love to eat pretzels in Philedelphia. They are the best! Hot off the stand, nothing better than that! I always wanted to try and make a pretzel because it looks like so much fun! Something I will have to do before I die

Posted By Samantha On 05.22.2011 @ 11:49 am

Wrath to me is anger. The anger that I have for you. The anger that I have for us. The anger that I have for love. Love? I don’t get that word. Love is supposed to be happiness. But it’s sorrow. Anger. Wrath.

Posted By Samantha On 05.22.2011 @ 10:48 am

All that hatred, all that contempt washed away whenever she cooked. She poured her wrath over yesterday in the chop chop of cooking.

Posted By Samantha On 05.21.2011 @ 10:30 pm

Wrath is a mean word. The wrath of _______. It doesn’t sound nice. Ever. No matter how it is used in a sentence. It is probably the one word in the dictionary that can never sound nice. There aren’t a lot of words that can only be used in a mean way. This is one of the few. WRATH. See, it just doesn’t sound good. Ever.

Posted By Samantha On 05.21.2011 @ 10:04 pm

I love inflicting wrath upon my fellow students. They rage about while I just say “Hey, feel my WRATH!” That’s when they proceed to die. Really, wrath and vengeance are just great. Great, I say. Great.

Posted By Samantha On 05.21.2011 @ 7:32 pm

,envy, and the other seven sins. Evil. But evil is but a figment of the imagination. Evil is made by man.

Posted By Samantha On 05.21.2011 @ 3:35 pm

an evil monster fueled by anger and killed with love. can be painful to the person holding wrath but once wrath is purged by revenge it sends pain to another person. its not worth the pain it causes

Posted By samantha On 05.21.2011 @ 3:05 pm

He unleashed his wrath on the car. He hated that car. It was the reason his best friend and future wife was gone. Every time he looked at it’s ugly brown hood, his mind flashed the pictures of her beautiful brown hair lying against it as her lifeless body hung off the fender. He hated the car. He would kill that car like it had killed her.

Posted By Samantha On 05.21.2011 @ 11:35 am

a home a safe place to settle down. not to settle but you choose to live here your family is here your pets are here you can raise a family and children her it is confetable

Posted By samantha On 05.20.2011 @ 6:23 pm

Housewife. Violence. Don’t those words seem to mesh and intertwine? Never thought she’d experience either. She was a lover nor fighter.

Posted By Samantha On 05.20.2011 @ 5:58 pm

I was so tempted to jump. The way the gravel kicked off the edge every time I shifted my feet. I wanted so badly to just turn around, spread my arms, and fall. I’d give anything to feel and hear the wind whirling around me as I tumbled towards the ocean. I wanted to be swallowed by the water and have it wash away the world.

Posted By Samantha On 05.17.2011 @ 10:50 pm

To be, or not to be? That is the question…the temptation. I’m tempted to just give it all away. For you. That would be the best thing for us. All the insecurities and second guesses.

Posted By Samantha On 05.17.2011 @ 8:46 pm

I was tempted to go over. To start over with this one line. This one line that could wreck us or bring us together. I was tempted to go after you, but I never give into my temptations. I know what’s good for me and I know what’s not. I know that I’m done with this road you dragged me down.

Posted By Samantha On 05.17.2011 @ 5:59 pm

I’m curious about my future… I still don’t know where my life is going, or what I’m going to do with it…

Posted By Samantha On 05.16.2011 @ 10:07 pm

Curiosity killed the cat. Being curious is not always a good thing. If you are too curious you can get into some bad situations, dangerous situations that you have no control over. Curiosity can also be a good thing because it helps you find out more about the world, yourself, and those around you.

Posted By Samantha On 05.16.2011 @ 5:16 pm

I was curious, really curious about how I got here. I’m not really sure. I just bonked my head and here I am. Like a lost bird who didn’t know how to fly, so his mother left him. Who does that? I think they should be reported. I don’t want to be alone. I’m curious, where do I come from? Where?

Posted By Samantha On 05.16.2011 @ 1:27 pm

She would never be forgotten; not as long as I lived. Her wavy brown hair and the way her green eyes sparkled under the moonlight. I loved how her skin felt against mine; the feeling of her breath on my neck. Even if I tried, those memories would forever be ingrained in my head. I loved her. I would never forget her.

Posted By Samantha On 05.15.2011 @ 9:28 pm

Alone. Never remembered. Always forgotten.

Posted By Samantha On 05.15.2011 @ 8:51 pm

the vodka burns as it slides down my throat. “This is the last drink.”, I always tell myself, but it never is. I wish I could stop, but there’s something that slowly pulls me down; dragging me deep into the darkness. It’s never-ending. It swallows me. It surrounds me,

Posted By Samantha On 05.14.2011 @ 10:35 pm

Intoxicated. He drove her to drink. To forget, to become someone else. Obviously she wasn’t what he wanted, so she would evolve and become the girl he could never get. That’s it she was better with out him.

Posted By Samantha On 05.14.2011 @ 6:38 pm