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casting. casting calls. there is a girl at my school obsessed with theater. she devotes so much time of her life to it and enjoys it. i wish i was that passionate about something.

Posted By nina On 05.21.2013 @ 4:06 pm

I’ve always wanted to be in one of the plays at my school. Something about the stage, the fun the actors have, the ambiance of it all was so appealing to my creative nature. All of my friends were in plays and they, at the tryouts, always proved themselves more worthy actors than I. It’s okay, because they deserved it more than me.

Posted By Nina On 05.21.2013 @ 12:53 pm

it had me. fast and secure. i couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. the vines tightened their hold as a ray of sunlight shone through the roof top.

Posted By Nina On 04.06.2013 @ 1:53 am

i saw it, the evidence, just lying there, waiting for me to pick it up and end this whole mess and save my partner but that is a little hard to do when you’re tied up in chains with a golden dragon in your face.

Posted By Nina On 04.04.2013 @ 12:15 am

kill, homicide the end of your life no pulse, no breathing blood… everywhere was it painful or painless quick? What goes through your mind when you know you’re about to die when you know your life is ending at the hands of someone else.

Posted By Nina On 02.02.2013 @ 6:17 pm

he stood up and everyone was still coughing and clapping and chewing and whispering-all-too-loudly

and all they needed was one old woman to take her stand and tap the glass with the fork end and ting ting ting the speech would start and no one did and he stood there and his knees trembled and he waited to dissolve in the puddle of sweat that was coming out of his armpits

Posted By nina On 01.15.2013 @ 2:02 am

You can’t take somewones else experience, you have to make your own experience. Experience is something very important cause you can’t buy it.

Posted By Nina On 01.06.2013 @ 2:45 am

There once was a girl who was a girl who liked to play with other girls. I think deep down she was a lesbian from birth but has been lying to herself her whole life. That girl is now a 20 year old girl who hangs out with boys and denies the truth even to herself. That sucks.

Posted By Nina On 01.01.2013 @ 2:30 am

Local is the produce I eat, it’s the people I hang out with and the things I do every day. Local is the clothing I try to buy, when I end up at boutiques instead. I know local is good. But I don’t know the difference between local and organic. But I do know that local with an e, takes me to Italy.

Posted By nina On 11.26.2012 @ 4:47 pm

-marry me? I wanted to jot in halfway to mention midsentence in conversation for no real reasons apart from the way your eyes flash and shine apart from everything (so vibrant) about you.

I wanted to ask you even though love is ephemeral even though love is eternal even though you’re a girl and I’m a girl and you probably like boys even though it’s illegal here. It made me want it more.

I want you more.

Posted By nina On 11.19.2012 @ 2:00 am

she wanted to draw, that’s it. she started with a horse. the face was so deformed, it looked like a penis with a mohawk. she gave up and decided to stick with writing.

Posted By nina On 11.11.2012 @ 11:28 pm

People don’t act like themselves but maybe because nobody knows themselves. Everyone and everything is constantly changing. People say that others change around certain people but that’s natural, different personalities bring out different sides to yourself.

Posted By Nina On 11.09.2012 @ 10:13 am

you charge a phone or an ipod…you might charge yourself sometime…you need it to go on with things. charging seems to be necessary somehow. don not charge yourself too hard.

Posted By Nina On 10.20.2012 @ 6:02 pm

The times that I’d visited here before, I had never known the exact location…. Perhaps my six year old brain dreamed it was up near fairyland, and did not believe that it was really so close so close, this place he called “heaven”.

Posted By Nina On 10.15.2012 @ 8:38 am

I had never been the same. Explaining why it had scared me would not be easy; most people would laugh. But laughter was hardly what I had. I walked around for long periods of time; didn’t talk to anyone. My mind was still living back then.

Posted By Nina On 10.13.2012 @ 5:54 pm

The spring was coming, I could tell…….. every scent in the air came together in one word. Fresh. That was it… It’s how I knew that the winter had passed, that life was moving on. I needed to as well, I knew, but I couldn’t it was beyond my physical ability.

Posted By Nina On 10.10.2012 @ 7:50 pm

I’m not really sure what ‘happy’ means. It’s a simple word that is supposed to describe a feeling much more complex and meaningfull. Lack of words and the need to describe feelings. That’s our biggst problem.

Posted By Nina On 10.07.2012 @ 12:38 pm

Before it happened, before it all went down. My life was different, it was different back then. It’s my burden now, not just hers or his: it’s mine. They’re gone, they’re all gone. Before, it was all so simple, none of us had anything to worry about. Before… before the madness.

Posted By nina On 09.24.2012 @ 3:50 pm

texture is the roughness of mountain being beaten into sand, Texture is the smoothness of water dissolving and pushing Little by little and for no reason but the need to be near and not become

Posted By Nina On 09.01.2012 @ 1:43 pm

A thing that is happening. Something to be excited about. God who knows. Why am I sitting here being calm and pretending to study. I feel like a sickness. Gross. Nauseous. Something is wrong and you can tell. Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m just passing the time though. An event is something to look forward to and plan.

Posted By Nina On 08.19.2012 @ 9:31 pm

objective mirror through the different eyes and angles,capturing the possible unseen by our simple eyes and minds.

Posted By Nina On 08.02.2012 @ 3:07 pm

i can feel my tongue on your gums because i think i love you, when you said you cried, i could feel it and it didn’t feel good. but you feel so good. you’re going to leave, and then i’m going to leave and you said that’s kind of sad. i think i should stop.

Posted By Nina On 07.25.2012 @ 10:34 pm

my name is nina, im a student of smk tunas jakasampurna school.

Posted By nina On 07.18.2012 @ 3:35 am

“Ok crew lets go” there were mutters from the group “why”, “what’s the point”, “we know its all gone already”

Posted By Nina On 07.16.2012 @ 3:15 am

THE DOORKNOB. IT IS THE WAY WE GET IN. WE DON’T THINK OF THE IMPORTANCE OF THE DOORKNOB. BUT IT’S ALWAYS THERE JUST WAITING FOR A TURN.

Posted By nINA On 07.13.2012 @ 3:19 pm

now i understood what to do. i’m not good at giving suggestions or advices. but sometimes we just have to , right? there’s nothing like a good suggestion coming from a friend : )

Posted By nina On 07.10.2012 @ 7:43 pm

i’m brazililian, i stoped my english course for like 6 months, and i’m totally horrible at speaking and writing.

Posted By nina On 07.10.2012 @ 7:39 pm

tomorrow should be better but it wont be. any plans i make will seem selfish to anyone else but me. i always end up hurting people when they just dont understand how much i care about them in all actuality. im just a little different than they are. it doesnt mean im an asshole. please be good tomorrow.

Posted By nina On 06.29.2012 @ 11:45 pm

Changing from one thing to another…being something completely different…wacking one’s legs with a switch…exchanging the poison goblet

Posted By Nina On 06.12.2012 @ 10:11 am

switching lanes, switching friends, switching bodies, switching doctors, switching schools, switching towns. wanting to be switching with someone, right now.

Posted By Nina On 06.11.2012 @ 1:34 pm