I'd like to thank the academy...

[imperiouscaesar.livejournal.com]

No, in all seriousness, I want to give my most sincere thanks to Craig, to all our nurses, and everyone here at the Aslyum. I've only been here a short while, but this community has come to mean more to me than I can put into words.

Okay, that's it.

-Chris
Not at all good at this kind of stuff.

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[stetnee.livejournal.com]

Now that I have my cam, I was able to get some pictures of my hair color.

( squeeee )

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[phantom-shadows.livejournal.com]

*walks in and looks around not really looking at anyone, but instead scoping the place out. She takes the forms, fills them out and goes to her room*

Addiction.

[agirl-gonemad.livejournal.com]

Yesterday was hellish. In it's wake I realized that I have become dangerously close to becoming addicted to the pain killers/sleep aids I take from time to time.

I like taking them when I know that I will still be awake. The struggle between my body and the chemicals as they try to shut my body down leaves me so drained that I cannot focus on anything. And I thrive on it. If I can't focus, my brain certainly can't narrow down on all the things that aren't going the way they need to in my life right now. Also the knowledge that all I have to do is lay down and I will be in happy oblivion for 8 hours or more is always welcome.

But me, being the silly/smart girl I am told my boyfriend. And he asked me to leave them alone. So I will.

Gah. :/ I miss the feeling already.

Caitlin

Quitting

[imperiouscaesar.livejournal.com]

Posted this on my LJ. Want it to be here too. The more people who know I'm trying to quit, the more determined I'll be. It's always easier to fail yourself, but when everyone else knows...it's like you fail them too, so I can't fail... does that make sense?

( Chris WILL quit smoking, damnit! )

fsdgjtrjrtjrtthjtrhtrjtrjht

[deorcfata.livejournal.com]

You know I have come to the realization that I am....how do you put it....well let me explain.

When people tell me about these horrifying rape scenes, pediphelia (sp?), and other things that a normal human would be disgusted by, im not affected. Im not bothered by it. I dont think its cool, intersting, gross, I just dont care. I DONT CARE. Or like when Hurricane Katrina hit, my grandparents live in Golfport Missippi, but I didnt feel bad for those people. I didnt feel anything. And its not even just like about people I dont know either. If a friend tells me they got fucked over I dont feel anything! (with a few exepetions like if your my BEST FRIEND).

And you know what? I FEEL BAD THAT I DONT FEEL ANYTHING! It makes me sad, that I didnt even feel the tiniest bit bad for those people. I dont feel human. Its scary, and and...gah I dont know.

Now, say I saw an animal die, or just get a little abused... I cry and become angry!


WHATS WRONG WITH ME!! GOD!

The Wish List

[scryptic.livejournal.com]

First, someone says what they wish for, then the next person says that the wish is granted but then something shitty goes down that would make you wish you hadn't wished it! Then that person posts a wish for the next to answer, and so on.

For Example:

I wish I had an ice cream cone.

Next post:

Wish granted, but it's ear wax flavored ice cream.




I'll go first...

I wish I could live forever.

I sat watching a flower as it was withering, I was embarassed by it's honesty.

[http://users.livejournal.com/-x-disenchanted/]

I'm Tay. I'm a newbie.
I'm [only almost] sixteen. I don't really know what I can tell you about myself. It doesn't seem to matter too much anyway. People can only get to know you so well when they try to do so from what you tell them. Anywhore, there's my entrance. If anybody wants to know more or any of that jazz.. click my name, it'll take you to my journal; there's info and commenting areas there if you desire. I'm up for friending too, as long as your journal isn't all memes and quizzes and such. Anyway; on to my first entry, I guess. Sorry it kind of lacks.. everything? It's been a long couple days weeks.




This year was going to be different, we decided. Better.
"We'll make it kick ass. It will be like.. the amount of shit from the last two years combined and multiplied, and turned into awesomeness."

Well, it's been different.
Better? I wouldn't say so.

It seems that everything has just turned to shit.
Since the beginning of this year, I can count the "good" days on one hand.
It's been drugs, and alcohol, and meaninglessness. It's been nothing, really.
It's been the last two years without the acknowledgement.

I want nothing.
Literally. I don't want any more friendships, or relationships, or family,
or connections, or interaction, or commitment,
or love, or lust, or hate, or betrayal.
I don't want an education, or a job, a past, or a future.
I want a room. I want drugs. I want blades.
And I want it to be those three things only that are in my life,
Until the day comes when nothing else matters.
When everything ends, and I'm taken to my blissful demise.

Random Truths

[scryptic.livejournal.com]

Reply with some random but true things about you.


As for me:

I can't fully feel my left index finger and in such I have a really cool bird shaped scar on my palm.

I hate any food involving tomato paste/sauce but love tomatoes.

I have an intense fear of midgets and going blind.

I once had the same nightmare for 4 years in a row.

*runs scareming down the hall way*

[tragic-blood.livejournal.com]

*locks myself in room 86*

I CANT TASKE IT ANY MORE I HATE IT I HATE IT AAAAAAARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Mhmm...

[scryptic.livejournal.com]

http://www.stewielive.com/

Epiphany.

[dr4g0n-3y35.livejournal.com]

I was sitting on the back of my boyfriend's van with him as his parents changed his little brother's diaper. We laughed as the back sank a few inches, and Kevin said, "We're fat." But when he said it, I wasn't offended, and I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I realized I don't need people telling me I'm NOT fat - that doesn't help because I don't believe them. And changing the terminology doesn't help either. But having him state that we're both fat... It was as if he accepted it and thought nothing of it. To go further, it was as if he accepted ME and MY weight and thought nothing of it. He still loves me just the same.

His whole family is like that - very loving and accepting and welcoming. Reason number 243 (approx.) to marry him someday.

Anyway, I feel good about myself now. If he can accept me and love me at this weight, then maybe I can accept and love myself too. And maybe he really does mean it when he says I'm beautiful. So maybe I can believe that, too.

:)