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i have a boyfriend called tom who is very determined. he is dyslexic but doesnt let it egte him down. he tried much harder because of it. he is more determined. he is a stronger persn because of his determination tog et past the struggles that he has had to cope with. i admie him because of this. its inspriring to me. he is nicer and stronger because of it.

Posted By stacey On 04.07.2011 @ 1:13 pm

Success can only be gauged by ourselves. It is up to us to determine if we have become successful in what we set out to do; if we really achieved our goals. It is not another person’s job to decide or tell us if we are good enough.

Posted By Stacey On 04.05.2011 @ 1:28 am

why key chains? like i mean of all things to talk about you pick key chains. Like I mean its not like there a pain in the ass anyways, but no lets not.

Posted By Stacey On 02.27.2011 @ 7:35 pm

I run my fingers through my hair and they are caught. Trapped in a nest. It refuses to let loose and I feel a stab of panic in my heart and my throat begins to close. I feel like an net has been thrown over me and I can no longer breathe.

Posted By Stacey On 02.17.2011 @ 10:41 pm

I hate reports. They are the biggest pain in the world. How do you write a 10 page report about something that makes no sense, and you don’t care about?

Posted By stacey On 01.27.2011 @ 11:50 pm

Love is endless. Although there can be beginnings to love, such as in a new friendship or relationship or life for that matter, there is no ending to love.

Posted By Stacey On 01.20.2011 @ 10:26 pm

car big and beautiful

Posted By Stacey On 01.07.2011 @ 10:22 am

Lazy, nervous, harmful sheep, football fan and young girl.

Posted By Stacey On 01.07.2011 @ 10:05 am

marriage. i think im overthinking, im trying to spell things right. you go to an altar! which is where you’d get married or something like that. you get married when your in love and when your in love your close with somebody that you trust and want to be with forever. i hope this is the right altar… im not even sure. now im focusing on not thinking….

Posted By Stacey On 12.24.2010 @ 8:27 pm

He worships her, wondering why he’d never come across a creature of her beauty before. She smiles at him and takes in his adoration, magnifying it and giving it back to him in her own way. They know that at the altar of love, it’s difficult to find the one person you are meant to be with. It’s just what it is. It can’t be anything else. Anyone else. Love is love and when you find it, you worship it. Never take it for granted.

Posted By Stacey On 12.24.2010 @ 12:39 pm

Material objects can be very important, but at the same time completely insignificant. I want material objects, I could even say I need them, but I would choose love and happiness over things. Although sometimes I think my happiness relies on things.

Posted By stacey On 11.13.2010 @ 10:13 am

there aren’t enough of them in a month, or a year. They go too slowly, they go to fastly. it’s milk, weeks milk. 7 days make one up 4 in a month, 52 in a year, not enough for summer vacation, but sometimes I wish there were more of them to get everything done that needs to be done.

Posted By Stacey On 10.24.2010 @ 4:39 pm

if i could i would live on the moon away from this place of sorrow.

Posted By Stacey On 08.27.2010 @ 3:55 pm

It was a bleak day. You could see the mountain tops forming over the clouds. The lovely family wanted to go to the beach, but obviously there was no way that was happening. They were sad about it but we’re going to make the best of the situation.

Posted By Stacey On 08.26.2010 @ 1:05 am

Thick, dark, fog. Night. Stars. Cold. Noise? Sex? No, not tonight., No clothes are removed, but my soul forever changed. Relived God looked after me. But the cold, it never left my bones.

Posted By Stacey On 08.24.2010 @ 11:39 am

A person’s greatest desire is to be understood. By others and by himself.

Posted By Stacey On 08.21.2010 @ 4:06 pm

Sixty seconds tick away so quickly that it seems amazing that such a unit can possibly add up to hours and days and years. I hope that I have not wasted too many.

Posted By Stacey On 08.13.2010 @ 8:31 pm

i was sitting down the other day, sifting through memories collected from the last six years. with the reading of the words i’d written as a thirteen year old i had a flashback of who i once was. it hurt.

Posted By Stacey On 08.09.2010 @ 1:31 pm

fences – so sharp and refined they keep me from escaping the thoughts in my mind.

Posted By Stacey On 08.04.2010 @ 5:05 am

i have never met a nun so i don’t really know what to say about this. i imagine them being quite cool though, because i watched that movie once and they sang and they danced and they were happy.

Posted By Stacey On 08.01.2010 @ 2:11 pm

i wrote about the word decorated before already, what else is there to say? except that the first and last two letters are the same. heh.

Posted By Stacey On 08.01.2010 @ 11:00 am

he decorated my life with such insanity, and he didn’t even realise. it only took one solid glance from his chesnut eyes for me to realise how madly out of love with him i had become.

Posted By Stacey On 07.31.2010 @ 4:58 pm

my room will be decorated soon. with the best purple wallpaper and the best of stuff. it looks so bare right now and it’s quite sad to say goodbye to my old room..

Posted By Stacey On 07.31.2010 @ 4:49 pm

of all the things that can be made in this world, the one thing i treasure is making someone feel happy.

Posted By Stacey On 07.28.2010 @ 2:48 pm

i made chocolate crispie squares the other day, they were the most chocolately and sticky.. yum!

Posted By Stacey On 07.28.2010 @ 2:46 pm

the maid is a lonely one sitting on her sad old swing back and forth her thoughts collide

Posted By Stacey On 07.28.2010 @ 8:10 am

thy maiden is fair thy maiden is blind to all of lifes evil and it’s own sorry kind of destruction and sorrow you see this is so thy maiden is fair thy maiden is no more.

Posted By stacey On 07.28.2010 @ 7:59 am

thy maiden is fair thy maiden is blind to all of lifes evil and it’s own sorry kind of destruction and sorrow you see this is so thy maiden is fair they maiden is no more.

Posted By stacey On 07.28.2010 @ 7:58 am

Sand and surf and the sun beating down on me. My skin darkening, banishing the pasty pale of winter for the sun-loving glow of summer. The water cold on my warmed skin. Heaven.

Posted By Stacey On 06.23.2010 @ 11:41 pm

The tide ebbs and flows with the pull of the moon. I can feel the moon pulling at me too, toward a destiny I don not want. I want normalcy and a real, true life. Not the life of the wolf, though. Never the life of a wolf. Never the blood lust and the carnage, the feral existence of the wolf.

Posted By Stacey On 06.23.2010 @ 12:42 am