- Created By Puppet Mistress
Start of a card!
I decided to enter Itachi's contest... partially because I wanted to be nice to him for once, and another reason... I'm totally bored! >.<
Here's the start! ^^ ((Hopefully))
Blog Entry #69
I've been... dumb... REALLY dumb... I looked back at all of my messages, all of my posts... I read all of my messages over again... and I came to one conclusion...
MY PRIDE CAN GO SHOVE IT. I miss the guy, I'll admit it, I miss the fun we used to have. And dammit... I WAS JUST BEING... UGGHH! I may be thinking this way since my pride is already in tethers, but still... How could I have been so stupid! >.< I'm always the root of the problem... and that's because... I. SUCK! I AM a bitchy little whore who needs to be sent off to a nunnery... I can't stand myself! >.< *Smacks self in the head* I AM a player... just like he said... OF FUCK MY LIFE!
Can anyone cure me? OF. COURSE. NOT. I AM A TERRIBLE HUMAN BEING. OKAY... I'M GOING TO GO BE EMO NOW...
There shall be one funny moment...
Alex's moment of the day: *Twirls around, observing herself in her shorts in the mirror, "Wow! These shorts are really short! I wonder what possed my mother to let me get these!" *Moment of silence and twirling* "Oh wait... that's my underwear... ha ha..." *Awkward laughter*
Blog Entry #68
People say that I should swallow my pride... learn that forgiving is a necessity... but it's hard, to let your guard down, when through your entire life... you've only had yourself to count on... you had YOUR perception of right and wrong. I've been hurt so much... that I just STOPPED trusting people. Sure, now I trust a select few, but they've also been with me forever... and have proven their trust to me time and time again.
Back to pride... there are so many times in my life, that I let my pride... "slip" as you may, and those were the times I got hurt the most. Sometimes I thought I'd never be able to trust them again. And I was right, I believe that if they hurt you once (on a high caliber) then they shouldn't be trusted. (I'm not talking about, your friend would rather hang out with her other friends instead of you. Like actually burn you.) But I go back, not trusting, faking every emotion. And I think it's ruining me...
I'm a bird with no wings, and I feel like a hollow shell of what I used to be. I'll see you around.
No more Hope
