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[undivinemartyrx.livejournal.com]

i'm bored and i'm thinking. its never a good thing for me to be thinking. that prolly sounds weird but when i think, like just think about stuff, i get depressed, but theres nothing to do but think, it sucks

Mophrikis Inconclusive

[kutera.livejournal.com]

Wrath, you fool. You come to me in a fit of rage, hoping to be considered logic? What reason have I to do so, I wonder?
What is it you provide?
Nothing... Nothing... Nothing.

Why did I before, then? Why do I, sometimes, even now?
What madness is within me to accept that which is beyond reason?

As with you, Envy. As with you, Lust. As with you, Sloth.

What more sin shall I accept 'til my madness has reached it's peak? What more sin shall I accept 'til my folly has wrought it's chaos?
Flaws all around, 'til there is no more to decay.

And with all days of passing, as is every day, the feeling of doom presides over this poor, deluded soul, concerning it to the point of believing it matters. When it does not.

It has not been deemed to matter by most others. They all have their own problems, their own sins. It is then, of no concern to they who have their own issues to deal with.
Why, then, do you persist in your idiocy?

...no reason?

In a Fit of Insanity

[http://users.livejournal.com/_the_raven/]

What do you see?
What do you feel?
What can it be
You think is real?

What, life? What standards do you go by?
Nothing is life, everything will die.
Truth is not here, it is elsewhere.
Why else do you think life is unfair?

What do you hear?
What do you smell?
What is that fear
That we call Hell?

What, death? What standards do you go by?
Death is no whisper, nor no cry.
'Tis not to be rushed, but not to be ceased.
Hell is within, the inner beast.

Logic comes, not.
All life is lies.
All death is naught.
As such, the mad one cries.

What the fuck?

[scaredtothebone.livejournal.com]

Ohhh...this is not good:

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Very High
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	Very High
Antisocial:	High
Borderline:	Very High
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	High
Dependent:	Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
-- Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Information --

I need an opinion

[scaredtothebone.livejournal.com]

PLEASE
READ
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(no subject)

[kitsune-ryu369.livejournal.com]

( My mother calls me a sick, sick little girl... )

sad

[sadandangry.livejournal.com]

Last night i couldn't sleep at all. I felt very lonely and alone.
I never feel such intense loneliness and sadness before in my life.
I toss and turn all night long.
I almost cried.
I feel so sad.

(no subject)

[splinched.livejournal.com]

I am so sick of this!  They keep doing things with out me, not inviting me when they blaze or get drunk.  And I don't want to say anything because then they'll just edit me out of their F-lists so that I won't know when they hang out together.   It's making me crazy!  I haven't done anything to deserve to be ignored, no one calls, it's like I don't exist.  People keep advising me to talk with them about it, but I'm almost sure it will be a huge mistake.  It absolutely breaks my heart.  I've never felt this isolated or hurt.

What should I do?

the downward spiral

[xx-natalie-xx.livejournal.com]

So, last night, we took the dog in...Sasha...or as I like to call her, the piece of shit dog. I love animals, I always have...but I fucking HATE this dog.
Now, after tonight, I hate her even more. She almost attacked my cat last night. If Chad didn't have her by the collar, she would've. She was growling and digging her nails into the carpet to try and get at my cat. As she was doing that, I put my hand up in front of her snout. My cat ran upstairs. I pulled my hand back, made a fist and seriously almost punched her in the nose. After I uncurled my fingers, I said to the dog,"I'll fucking KILL YOU!" And Chad said,"You're not gonna do anything to this dog."  So anyways, after that, my cat, for obvious reasons, ran upstairs to my bedroom. I followed right behind him and punch the shit out of my wall. DAMN did I want to punch that dog. As soon as I got my keys and my purse, I headed out the door to get the fuck out of that hell hole (only because of the piece of shit dog). I went to my parent's house and then my older sister called and could tell something was wrong. So she invited me over even though it was midnight and she had to work at 8 in the morning. We talked, I complained. I drank a beer and left around 3:30 in the morning. I had kept her up long enough.
When I got back home, I felt terrible for October. He wanted to go out of the room so bad. Because normally, at night, that's what he does. Shawn and I say he's "exploring". But last night I wasn't going to let him out of the room because the dog was there. And if that dog really attacked my cat, I believe that warrants a kick to the ribs until she doesn't get back up. Yes, I really, truly hate this dog.

( Read the rest if you'd like )

Why

[sadandangry.livejournal.com]

why love hurt so much?
why love someone hurt so much?
Why?

(no subject)

[undivinemartyrx.livejournal.com]

how do i let something that has bothered me for years not bother me?