would you please..

competent-lovable-not easily deceived-trustworthy-kind of twisted-projective

this picture is vulgar.. not pretty at all.. still being wipped around.. im thourally frustrated

Well in a personal aspect, a name is generally just a tag, or a way of pin pointing a person. I see it as not what it is, but rather how you wear it and what it means to you. It's what defines you. Even if it be siple, if someone was to say, "Hey, there goes (your name here)." then that means they don't just see it as words put together, but rather instant memories come up of you congruent with your NAME. And society has nothing to do with it. And we all have downs. Trust me, I know this very well. It how and who chooses to bring you back up, and the procces in how.

oh blah do names really matter as long as im contributing to society in some way shape or form (hopefully in any good great wonderful aspect.. preferabley astonishing but i don't think im quite there)who cares what im called, how i wear my hair, if im earning real money, or going crazy trying to achieve my dreams all the while getting down and trying not to lose it. damn dude when does the climbin and fallin bit end.. i wan to roll down a grassy hill after climbing to the top.. i want to look down at the valley
27 Aug 2008, 17:45


Well when you firgure out a name at least, let me know. And good luck. I still can't figure it out. And I've been trying to find out for years now........and gotten no-were. BUT! now I at least know what hair style to go with... that's about it though.....sometimes.


Aug 27, 2008 4:13 PM



still trying to figure that out



Of course! You preceive with your mind. By the way, who are you?




"you dont have to have eyes to see" -cat stevens

forgive

and hope that's bigger then a complaint will get us all free.

humble my heretics

... my lover is admirable...

GTFO!!!

Im so pissed but not but stupid but i dont deserve this and I just wanted a friend and then all this i know its her that dumb girl that hey if she can take care of all his problem then she better take care of the ones he left with me too.. but know its stupid and damnit it hurts.. i dont like expecting so much from people but Id at least like honesty and i don't feel like i get that and he is going she s not a dumb girl she wants to help the one she loves and she sacrificed herself to do that and that's beautiful but it was n't my fault and i DONT deserve to be left with nothing. i need him to need me its dumb and possessive and all that but why cant i belong feel belonging i do sometimes but not here not now. will i ever not be achild myself. once again i feel insignificant and i want nothing. i want the beauty of a black hole. I want to split apart into nothings known. Every thing is just a does it matter? does this little ball of nerves matter. does matter matter.. will i ever get to feel close with love love again bah id o butt its it s my problem not something i miss her always so much i can hardley breath sometimes..

not sleep no eat comes from no enigma thingy

its a place that im at whenever i feel loved its a place i go sometimes all by myself when no one could try to understand because you dont have to you just do the things that make me feel okay is stemed from sincerity close your eyes and tell me you love me enough to tell me the truth tell me you think of her and come with her in mind get it out damnit tool me if you need to dont close your eyes and tell me its not me go dont stay just go just hold me in you dreams and thats all

thats all i want dont choke me and tell me how he did you wrong.. make it up to me please then go go go go and never come back leave me with nothing but a nice gester if you want thats all i want you to want a parting gift and a but load of honesty about the grass. or everything anything but not the hurt just say you sorry about that i don't need to hear it i already know it hurts i was proud of you when you just told me about the violence and did not act.. but then you did anyway and it hurt that anger hurt and the mark is on my soul your force can just go

i just want a hug from someone who cares really. I feel no soul connection from you and you andyou andyouandyouandyouandyouandyouandyouandyou andalso many many many more users (thieves(ungrateful bastards(i really cant forgive fully till its over))) but
you darlin' and you baby and you sweetness are the ones i long for more then any one could ever know. alls i want for everything i have done or will ever do is a honest to god sincere acceptance of me in hug form

XOXO kimberly dawn fucking buringrud

still?

and forever you will, i kinda have a completely have a hard time coping with the fact that I feel so little for some people that came into my life, and just fell out and then here we go again with that super passionately crazy= ill always love you yes i will and you and you and a few select few but i get the feeling i don't matter but if i put the sum of all of my passion into something and make contact with all that doesn't make me feel like [<-----Backspace] PRESS IT.. press it, all the way. okay now i feel better .

I heart varian fry

I'd like to date:

a guy who knows how to blow

someone as romantic as

rad and hilarious as kristen wiig (also a girl who knows how to blow)

as admirable as

okay, i just want to snuggle her



so if anyone has any recommendations that meet the above generalities then send them my way ; D

no stinky, IT DOESN"T WORK..

so my teachers method of teaching is great, and she's got got great ideas..
but there's a few things that peeve the darnheck out of me:
every time she passes me she likes to fart, i swear she farts on me and it's really gross..
also to almost everything i say she answers me 'well it works,' which sometimes it does work, but other times when i describe that i feel like einstiens hair does about the test i just took no it doesn't work and i'd like my test back next next week so i can finish it.. that would be disgusting if she stumbled upon my blog and didn't let me finish my test, well here's hopeing i pass with a B..

indi*extension

it was the best [dream] ive ever had.. to be sure it was a surreal experience. i don't know why i tryed to force myself to forget
it was killing me. I wanted to become someone else maybe just so i could not be tortured a little bit. The [dream] was like the first time i had ever felt. id rather feel that then distract myself with dieing. but i couldn't> remnants of a lost dream. is all i could
that good?
No! you fucking ass wipe!

that magnificent

if only..

..things had gone different. where would i be? i realize the pointlessness of this thought process.. only i really want to learn from my mistakes. I need to figure out what i really want- i have an idea. i really want to be happy. I want to have some sense of accomplishment in my life and i want to share it with people. I want to be loved truely. to the maximum potential of being loved. that doesn't seem possible, except i could love myself to that potential. it will take work i will have to rediscover essential parts of me that i've ignored. satisfaction- not the perverse kind, but the kind that I used to get from finishing a painting, writing a song, poeticle discription that amounts to the essence of my emotions. No i wont ask myself 'what happened?' but what will happen?
I got a wild hair today and I dug out my old character sketchs. i decided that the characters were complete and I swung them straight into the scenery of an old abandoned barn. A grousome fight scene were somebody looses a limb. after i finished a few pages i called an old friend i've been afraid to call for a while. we're going to tea this weekend.
Oh yeah, and i'm buying the property from mom. she's been wanting to sell for so long. I just called up this add in the paper about somebody needing extras they're paying me $500 a day..
a girl can dream right?

goodbye come dry

huh..
yeah i guess i was bored. I still am
but this seems more like one of those things where I am proveing adiquacy in a totally useless domian of my life, which is really just this elaborate thank you which is totally insane but hey? bordem reeks..
maybe we'll learn something, and hey who doesn't love a creepy stalker guy that has soft skin and is a super friend and has that same attitude/feeling thing of i really want to do something cool with myself but i don't know how..
i don't know i see potential, and i feel inadiquate
but mostfully i want to see were this goes.. fucking village people. that could NEVER make me feel sad.. ha look at me smirkin right here,
AHH BITCH ASS TITS! i say frame the mother fucker. tastefully dispicable, yeah and for anyone who thinks it aint tasteful, well i tasted it and it was gooy and i liked it and it was full of taste and super nasty dirty all over your face. and i will probabley not get to make the flavor in the face again but when i do it will be glorious oh yeah and fuckin hand bone me to the fuckin i don't know dude nooner at walmart EVERYBODY's coming tommorow at lunch time. shit i was stoned and it wasn't that lame ass jackin seeds and stems neither i don't kno w waht happen.
as for me i think i have a date with mr. buzz kill. damnit,

confusion