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[Apr. 28th, 2006|01:36 am] |
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im bored, someone come entertain me asap |
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[Apr. 21st, 2006|04:54 pm] |
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby |
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| venting... |
[Apr. 19th, 2006|12:15 am] |
Dear Nameless,
If you're going to be a two faced bitch and try startin' shit with my friend, well think again. You're messing with the wrong girlfriend, ok? I'll stomp you're mother fuckin' ass into the ground and smear your face all over the college parking lot. You'll never read this, but someone else might. GET OVER YOURSELF, you wont make it in life having grudges and vendetta's against people. You're 22 years old? More like 15 and back in highschool. Grow up. Take care of your kid and shut the hell up. Turn around. Step one foot in front of the other and walk away before saying anything else. Go back to your table, whisper, snicker and talk about other people with your little buddy. snitches and talkers get stitches and walkers. thank you and goodnight.
xo
sarah p. brooks |
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[Apr. 17th, 2006|10:11 pm] |
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i'm the new cancer, never looked better and you can't stand it. |
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[Apr. 11th, 2006|06:08 pm] |
I miss you so much, a self-inflicted coma
The days drag on like marathons running with bare feet
And when i feel the stress, I'm lonely and depressed |
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[Apr. 1st, 2006|09:19 pm] |
I don't even know what to say anymore when I bring this thing up. It's like I want to say so much but I don't know how to say it.
No one gets me. No one understands me. It's like i'm a fucking alien in my own home. in my own country. on my own planet.
i try talking about something and no one cares. they're all like, "shut up sarah, we don't care about music. OMG ITS GANTZ".
i do everything for everyone. i break my goddamn back to try to things right, but do i get anything for it? No. I ask one little favor and its "no, i wont do that." but then they ask me do something for them and i say "yeah sure." i get nothing in return.
im sick of these one sided relationships. im sick of my life. its so fucking depressing. |
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[Apr. 1st, 2006|04:45 am] |
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Insomnia kicks me in the ass every night |
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[Mar. 26th, 2006|01:56 pm] |
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i wish i could save him |
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[Mar. 20th, 2006|02:16 am] |
the world is swirling around me in a blur. i don't know what to do. then im morphed into what looks like a dark hall way. i walk down it...then start running and it keeps going forever. it's like im walking through a neverending black hole, swollowing me up. im scared. i start crying. i start screaming. no one's around. no one's there to save me. i keep running. finally it ends. but does the terror? no. im falling. falling down into darkness. it looks like a well. i look all around me once i fall to the bottom. im trapped. i look up and see light...a hole..an opening...i scream for help. no one comes. i fall asleep curled up in the dirt. when i wake up..im in a room. a white room. i feel the walls as i stand..padded..padded white walls. i look at myself, im wearing a white hospital gown...i look up..there's a door with a tiny glass window...there's a face..your face..you're crying..you turn and walk away as i scream for help. i fall to my knees screaming and shaking..crying..tears falling down my face. why am i here? what did i do? how did i get here? im screaming out for help...orderlies come running in..they grab me..im fighting..slapping..kicking..biting...i feel a sharp pain..i look to my right...they stuck me with a needle...i feel weak...my eyelids close...they drop me and leave slamming the door shut...i fall unconcious. i wake up again and im in my own bed. my own room. my own house.
this is how i feel on a daily basis. i feel trapped in my own world. i try getting out but i can't. |
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[Mar. 18th, 2006|11:43 pm] |
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twinkle twinkle little star. |
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[Mar. 13th, 2006|05:31 pm] |
you are the one. my night. my day. my inbetween. i love you more than any words can say. dreams come. dreams go. you come. you go. you come again.
Sometimes I wonder where I'm going to end up in life. What I'm going to be doing? where i'll be living? Kansas or Philadelphia? California or Chicago? I don't know. My answers never come. Will I be a cop or Will I be a hairdresser? Will I be a musician or an Entreprenuer?</div> I don't know that either. I don't know much about what I want to do in life. My mom yells at me because I got to school and twice I've changed my major. I just don't know what to do. I'm young. I'm going to school so I can figure that out right? I mean I'll be 20 next Monday, is it ok not to know what you want to do in life for a career? I mean I know WHAT I want..music, but I need a back up plan and what that plan is I do not know. Music is all I seem to know. Music and writing. I'm thinking of going for my gen. ed. then going to uni for journalism. That was my original plan to begin with and I love writing. I'm scared to choose something and then regret it later on. I'm scared of life. I'm scared what it may bring me. I need help. I need advice. I need guidance. I need strength. I need support.
( give me peace. flash. give me release. flash. ) |
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| this made my day ;] |
[Mar. 5th, 2006|12:45 pm] |
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Brit Bleeds [12:36 P.M.]: i luff you bear
Misery loved us [12:36 P.M.]: heh thats what audy calls bden
Brit Bleeds [12:37 P.M.]: awww
Misery loved us [12:44 P.M.]: you're my panda ;]
Brit Bleeds [12:44 P.M.]: lol ok
Misery loved us [12:44 P.M.]: :* |
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[Feb. 27th, 2006|08:56 pm] |
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i got my tongue pierced....pictures soon. |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2006|06:22 pm] |
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I've been reading Chuck Palahniuk's Invisible Monsters again. That book is amazing. That's how I feel sometimes, Invisible. I relate to Shannon a lot. She was once a beautiful supermodel and then in a flash everything gets taken away from her. I feel like I'm the one that had my jaw shot off. I feel like i'm the one who the birds ate my face. I feel like I'm invisible to everyone but Me. Even my Mom sometimes. I feel like I'm not good enough even though people say that I am. I feel like I don't try hard enough even though I do. I don't think good about myself. I'm not stuck up. I'll admit right here, right now that the things people say do bother me but I'll get over it and move on. It wont kill me. not full of myself. |
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