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Suppose the world had exploded today, with only an hour notice. What would you do? Would you think about all the great times you had, or try to make some? I myself would cry. Cry, cry cry. I couldn’t do anything else. I’d fall asleep in my bed, crying, and then I’d die. And then everyone else would die too. Would you care about anyone else? I don’t think I would. I’d call my mother, and I’d tell her I loved her. I wouldn’t stay on the phone with her. I’d cry and think about everyone I love, and then it’d be over.

Posted By Liz On 10.03.2011 @ 7:45 pm

I am on the edge people. I have never felt so crazy. You better back up, ’cause I have a knife, and I’m gonna cut deep. Step away, step away, because I know you won’t help me even if I wanted you too….

Posted By Liz On 10.03.2011 @ 9:26 am

I stood at the edge of the cliff looking down at the swirling waves. Should I jump? Part of me wanted to, wanted to be sucked down into the swirling maelstrom below.

Posted By Liz On 10.03.2011 @ 2:57 am

Half?i think of accents. like myf friend steph. she has this great new york accent so veryime she says half it doesnt really sound like half but hhaaaaaaeeeffff.

Posted By Liz On 09.29.2011 @ 1:15 pm

There is nothing like dense air, and im not talking about the kind that pollution brings. im talking about a dense environment caused by people. by far its the worse there is. Nothing even compares to being in the same place with people who just exhale negative energy. that contaminates me more than smoke itself. Their air isnt enough they have to hog up mine.

Posted By Liz On 09.28.2011 @ 5:44 pm

I came back to this childhood memory every couple of years. Came back to this aweful playground, full of unwanted memories from a horrific past. I just want to start over, what a life, what a life.

Posted By Liz On 09.28.2011 @ 6:33 am

Hard evidence. That’s what we needed. It was so cold outside, and yet, I couldn’t call off the hunt. That would be suicide for all of us. If the judge threw this case out again… I can’t even begin to imagine the consequences. But it would be over. It would be over for all of us.

Posted By Liz On 09.26.2011 @ 7:12 pm

As I sat by myself the evidence was obvious. I needed help. I can’t stop hurting myself, i can’t stop drinking, i can’t stop smoking pot. i just want to die. i need help

Posted By Liz On 09.26.2011 @ 6:46 pm

As I lay in bed, the thoughts passing through my head were like a pressing weight. Thoughts that made me feel unclean, unwanted, and useless. I need help. Lord help me.

Posted By Liz On 09.25.2011 @ 6:56 pm

As i sat in that white room, I was preoccupied with the thoughts of suicide and ways to get away from the pain i live in each day.

Posted By Liz On 09.24.2011 @ 7:10 pm

Too busy to do anything else. Already doing something. Thinking of something else.

Posted By liz On 09.24.2011 @ 4:07 pm

as i sat in that room all by myself, i slowly convinced myself that i was crazy. I had lost my marbles, and there was no coming back. I had snapped, somewhere along the multiple tragedies in my life i just went mad.

Posted By Liz On 09.23.2011 @ 7:33 pm

I don’t want port again. You already gave me this word. Fail.

Posted By Liz On 09.22.2011 @ 6:59 pm

As I was arriving into the city I could see the port looming in the distance. You could heard all the sails clanking against the other random wooden things on ships and see all the fisherman preparing for the market early in the morning. Though it was midnight the harbor was bustling with people.

Posted By Liz On 09.22.2011 @ 6:56 pm

i crouched down on the ground, the bombs exploded above me, hot shrapnel cutting into my skin. I look beside me. Derrick was dead. I grabbed his dog tag and pulled, snapping the chain from his nexk.

Posted By Liz On 09.20.2011 @ 7:03 pm

I use to be happy, I use to care, I wanted to celebrate the small things in life, but now that my happiness is gone, now that Jordan has died, my want to celebrate life is gone too. I just want my life back. I just want a soul.

Posted By Liz On 09.19.2011 @ 8:11 pm

I was standing outside, in the pouring rain, wondering if i would live or if i would die, but in that moment i didn’t care, i just wanted to make a name for myself. i wanted to prove everyone wrong, i was somebody, and they would remember the name.

Posted By Liz On 09.18.2011 @ 8:48 am

It was like a gun show in my head everyday since he died. Everything was just a lot of noise and a lot of light. I didn’t know what to do besides re act on impulse to all the things happening at once.

Posted By Liz On 09.17.2011 @ 3:35 pm

I suppose everyone is average. In their own way. There has to be an average everything, but how is that observable? Is it even measurable? Is everyone above average if there is no stable average that can be established? I suppose I think of myself as average, but I don’t know…

Posted By Liz On 09.15.2011 @ 6:55 pm

rally round I said to the group of eager beavers!!!! Only once the beaver’s slowly swam to the bank of the River did I then pause and take an inward breath. Come on you lot, what’s wrong with you this morning. Don’t you want to win the beaver’s Rally?

Posted By Liz On 09.14.2011 @ 5:37 am

All the students of nordstorm high gathered around the new field Coke sponsored. “The Football Rally is starting!” yelled amber in attempt to gather her friends.

dont have sex, cause you will get pregnant, and die .

Posted By liz On 09.13.2011 @ 7:21 pm

I sat in the middle of the group, wandering what I would say when my turn came. Grief counseling, I never thought I would need it, till the love of my life died. This whole thing, felt like God had rallied against me, like everything in the world was meant to hurt me…

Posted By Liz On 09.13.2011 @ 7:10 pm

Something that people did in the old days. I know it still happens now but I think of it more in terms of the 1600s. Christopher Columbus sailing for trade. It does still shape our lives in ways that are just as big as it did then but I don’t notice so much.

Posted By Liz On 09.12.2011 @ 3:01 pm

I didn’t want to be stuck in this, this phase. So I grabbed the scissors and I clipped it all off, I cut my hair so short, I didn’t want to be me anymore, I wanted to be someone else. It had to be better, living as someone else….it had to be.

Posted By Liz On 09.10.2011 @ 10:51 am

I was trapped. Looking at the bars on the windows, I knew I was stuck, and I would be here for a long time. I didn’t do anything wrong. I was a prisoner of my own demise. Trapped mentally, not in a physical sense, which is worse than anything else.

Posted By Liz On 09.08.2011 @ 5:33 pm

what is existence. yes we exist but does time exist? is it acutally there or is it just a passing. i know i’m here now but i can’t hold on the the existence i was in just a second ago. it’s gone. what have i done with it. Do something with your existence. find a purpose run with it. (find GOD)

Posted By liz On 09.07.2011 @ 12:39 pm

I sat at the cementary, by your grave and i noticed ants, and it pissed me off, knowing its been long enough for them to make it there home.

Posted By Liz On 09.05.2011 @ 7:39 pm

The taste of salt in my mouth from fresh tears. When will the pain stop? When will I see your beautiful face again?

Posted By Liz On 09.03.2011 @ 9:50 am

I walked down heaven avenue. The pearly gates, the gold streets, and there you were, waiting for me. Like you promised. I love you, and now we have eternity with God together. Praise the Lord, Oh my soul.

Posted By Liz On 08.31.2011 @ 6:38 pm

I sat on the hill, sitting next to you, well, next to your grave. It’s a gloomy day, mist hanging low, and all I can think about is being with you. I love you, why did you have to go…

Posted By Liz On 08.29.2011 @ 9:02 pm