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Half of the time I don’t get what’s going on in my head. I want to tell people my thoughts, and how I feel. But I can find my way to do it.

Posted By Lauren On 08.22.2012 @ 5:16 pm

Comfort. Emotional comfort, physical comfort, spiritual comfort. I am seeking spiritual comfort. Comfort exists in my spirit, but not in my soul. To fill this void I will meditate daily to increase my inner peace and understanding of myself and those around with. With this spiritual comfort, I will become more whole.

Posted By Lauren On 08.20.2012 @ 2:25 pm

I am in the zone. Just living the life I’ve always wanted to live, on top of the world. I’ve got everything figured out. My life is beautiful and almost in full bloom.

MY DREAM

Posted By Lauren On 08.16.2012 @ 4:51 pm

in the zone. the twilight zone. a feeling a state of mind. a single mindedness. purspose driven thought or emotion. a place where my spirit can rise and flow. a place of intensity in meditation

Posted By lauren On 08.16.2012 @ 7:55 am

The difference between want and need We all vacillate between What I want and want I need can be the same though I need your love and I also want it desperately How do I distinguish How do I tell myself that I don’t really Need it I just want it Got to have it.

Posted By Lauren On 08.15.2012 @ 8:09 am

want is such a futile word. i would much rather read have or need, to try or to succeed than to be in the process of pursuit. which is funny, because i want a lot of things. but no one wants to hear the story about the one who wants, it’s the one who got or who failed to get. we like to skip the process and focus on results.maybe thats why we all focus on being happy, but skip the process and forget to actually want the happiness.

Posted By lauren On 08.14.2012 @ 8:30 pm

cat ran up scary mountain there he saw a hobo called eddie sleeping with a dinosaur wearing a hat

Posted By Lauren On 08.13.2012 @ 6:23 pm

The outer banks is where I spent many of my childhood summers. Memories of them blend together into a blanket of warmth and laughter. Dancing in the streets during a block party. Swinging softly and drowsily on a hammock made for two, but I ride solo lost in my thoughts.

Posted By Lauren On 08.13.2012 @ 12:15 pm

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Posted By lauren On 08.10.2012 @ 8:53 pm

People assault me daily. Verbal assaults. Physical assaults from my sister. I can think of hundreds of people I’d like to assault. I guess I’m just an angry person. Oh well. What to do?

Posted By Lauren On 08.07.2012 @ 12:23 pm

stab, jab, awl, needle, wound, neck, hole, go-through, pierce, punctuate, pun,

Posted By Lauren On 08.07.2012 @ 10:52 am

I dare you to shove 18 marshmallows up your nose, he said No! I replied Okay, then I’ll do it for you!!

And that is how I got 18 marshmallows up my nose without using my hands. True Facts.

Posted By Lauren On 08.06.2012 @ 11:12 am

i dare you to hurt me again. make me feel like eveything’s been vaccuumed out of me, like my insides are gone, like everything is gone.

i dare you to do it again.

Posted By lauren On 08.06.2012 @ 8:36 am

I wish upon a star that the world would stop spinning just for a dare. Once in a lifetime. Never again. A miraculous turn of events.

Posted By Lauren On 08.05.2012 @ 5:31 pm

What’s in a dare? A thousand risks, a thousand opportunities. As you stand there, on the edge of your mind, with the lesser part of your conscience making decisions for you, can you tell me that the risk is worth the reward?

Posted By Lauren On 08.05.2012 @ 5:25 pm

The dare was always easier than the truth. Giving a dare was easier than fulfilling one, though. Hanson, being one to dish out excellent dares, usually knew better than to pick dare for himself. However, today he had secrets to hide.

When avoiding the truth, people will go to extraordinary lengths to hide it. He didn’t want Jennifer, his girlfriend’s roommate, to find out about his romantic tryst with his neighbor, Gabrielle.

Posted By Lauren On 08.05.2012 @ 2:40 pm

That one little secret didn’t hold much value; it would never change the world, let alone anyone’s daily life. How, then, was such a trivial piece of information enough to decimate an entire relationship? If only I could make you understand that it was for your own good that I kept it from you.

Posted By Lauren On 08.03.2012 @ 1:10 pm

Cameras are a beautiful thing. Before the invention of the camera, one could not capture the vibrant greens, endless shades of blue, the ripples of water, or the laughter of children. There is a reason Paul Simon begged his mother not to take his Kodachrome away.

Posted By Lauren On 08.02.2012 @ 11:56 pm

Every picture that was taken represented something, but what he did not know. A picture taken at a desert would yield an ocean landscape. A picture of himself, however, revealed the image of a smiling child, and he at once thought of the places he’d left behind.

Posted By Lauren On 08.02.2012 @ 2:55 pm

i’m trapped here. by you. you keep me stuck in one place you keep my mind on you. you trapped me and I don’t know what to do. i love you but i can’t say it. you are free and i am trapped. just let me go please. or come back.

Posted By lauren On 08.02.2012 @ 8:31 am

The sound of water hitting cement Trap trap trap A hint of what’s to come Don’t get stuck inside when the rain starts You want to be outside Dancing Soaked To the bone Hearing that trap trap trap And knowing that you’re finally free

Posted By Lauren On 08.02.2012 @ 6:53 am

trapped in a small confined space and not knowing how to get out. It’s unfair and unreasonable and you don’t understand why but that’s just how it is and you have no way of ever escaping, you’re stuck and forever will be stuck and no one can help you but yourself you have to find your own way out and no one will help you until you tell yourself you do need the help and that’s the last straw.

Posted By lauren On 08.02.2012 @ 12:23 am

“Don’t do it! Would you really waste something as valuable as your own life for something so earthly?” She looked curiously at the pedestal. This would grant any wish, fulfill any desire; the cost: a shortened lifespan.

Posted By Lauren On 08.01.2012 @ 4:44 pm

There are many methods to writing about the word methods. I could write a story. I could make a list. I don’t know about you, but I think the word methods sounds like meth heads. Lovely, isn’t it? I like methods, not meth heads, though I did meet a really cool ass meth head once. He told me a few methods of becoming a meth head, but I declined his advice. His methods seemed really unorthodox, anyhow. However, if you are interested in these methods, then I’ll gladly introduce you to this meth head. I think meth head is one word, but I only have 60 seconds to write this, so I’m not fixing it. I wish there were a quicker method to go back and re-type meth head. I guess I could start typing it correctly now, but I feel like that would look weird. Methods, methods, methods, meth heads, meth heads, meth heads. When will this 60 seconds end? I want to see where it takes me. Maybe I could think of a method to make time go a wee bit faster. I discovered a method of bending a fork with the power of my mind. There is a method to shading a picture you drew. There is a method to taking amazing photos with your camera. Okay, it’s definitely been 60 seconds now, I’m just going to stop typing….

Posted By Lauren On 08.01.2012 @ 8:41 am

Methods are a curious thing. It is the way we do something which becomes a method. It is the how not the why or the who or the where. How we decide to act madly, wildly, there is calculation to these things. The method of my madness is precisely that.

Posted By Lauren On 08.01.2012 @ 6:48 am

I don’t think my methods are working out for me. I don’t seem to have any drive or ambition to actually create much less execute a particular method. What kind of methods work?

Posted By Lauren On 07.31.2012 @ 9:29 pm

Everything has a method, he told me. No matter what he did, whether for enjoyment or pay, the event had to follow a specific process which ended in a predetermined way. There was no room for spontaneous decisions. “So,” I asked him, “Do you think you’re really living?’

Posted By Lauren On 07.31.2012 @ 12:28 pm

Take my hand, let me lead you through a journey called life. On this path, you will see many people, find many treasures, and experience wonderful things. But nothing can last without a goodbye. Do not fear this, my friend; it is the goodbye that makes the experience worth-while.

Posted By Lauren On 07.31.2012 @ 7:35 am

When you lose someone… or something… it feels as if you have lost a part of yourself. It is like when you lose the remote control to the TV. Your whole world is lost.

Posted By Lauren On 07.30.2012 @ 6:55 pm

She was wearing a statement if it could ever be worn. It was like the last ten decades of the most awful clothes found in the dustiest, darkest corners of thrift shops had thrown up over her body and bled into her skin.

Posted By Lauren On 07.26.2012 @ 9:09 pm