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Post by deadangel on Feb 15, 2007 15:22:11 GMT -5
Whats up with everyone??? I'm sick at home, well more of I didn't sleep last night so I didn't have to go to school. Plus my parents saw me have a mental break down last night so I got them to feel sorry for me.
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Post by Frost on Feb 16, 2007 10:03:27 GMT -5
What was going on?
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Post by deadangel on Feb 16, 2007 11:29:21 GMT -5
Alot...mostly just my friends are really friends who just rag on me about stuff. But I'll all better now...
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Post by Frost on Feb 16, 2007 14:54:26 GMT -5
Whta do your friends rag on you about?
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Post by deadangel on Feb 17, 2007 9:16:32 GMT -5
Everything, like how terrible their bf's are, how terrible it is for their parents to make them do chores, how horrible their life is but they don't want me to help, they want me to be quiet and just listen...it ticks me off cause I was brought up to help people and when I can't I feel terrible that I'm doing something wrong and that I'm not worth their friendship...
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Post by Frost on Feb 20, 2007 10:23:39 GMT -5
Those that don't want help are not actually having hard lives, and if they want you to be quiet and just listen,that means they only want attention.
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Post by deadangel on Feb 20, 2007 11:02:45 GMT -5
Yeah...I know but I've been brought up to tell people how to fix it and they get mad at me when I try...but they also get mad when I don't help...
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Post by Frost on Feb 20, 2007 13:07:59 GMT -5
oh yeah they definitly want attention. Are you strict or nice about it?
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Post by deadangel on Feb 21, 2007 11:04:33 GMT -5
I'm nice...unless they go and act mean then I'm kinda like 'Well look this is how I see it if you don't like it don't listen to me!' and I get upset and leave....I have anger issues...
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Post by Frost on Feb 21, 2007 11:32:13 GMT -5
I have anger issues too, But you gotta admit, people are annoying, especilly when they think their lives are hard over little things.
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Post by deadangel on Feb 21, 2007 16:44:20 GMT -5
Yeah, like when they complain that they have to clean the house. It bugs me cause it is like poor baby I have to clean up too. Plus you make the mess to so it doesn’t matter.
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Post by deadangel on Mar 21, 2007 22:42:31 GMT -5
Walking down the streets a man in his late 20's watched the women pass with a smirk on his lips. His blonde hair fell over his sparkling blue eyes. Dressed in blue jean pants, a white button up shirt, boots, and a jacket. He looked ready for a wonderful date. But alas, Raze was alone, well almost alone this cool night. Beside him walking, with a grace of a swan, a girl who looked quite different from Raze, where Raze was tall but well built, she was skinny and shorter. She had black hair that looked almost blue that was braided neatly down her back. Dressed in a black skirt and a red top, she looked more ready to party than just go for a walk. She looked only 16 maybe 17, but either way much too young to be Raze's date.
But the odd couple was not in a relation ship other than master and pet. It worked well in a way.
"Stella...why don't you go find some human to play with tonight...I need to hunt" he whispered in her ear lightly.
Stella looked up at him and nodded "Yes sir" she said and gave him a gentle hug before walking off.
Raze watched her with a slight smirk. ‘She is such a temptress in so many ways.’ He thought then remembered his promise, which he wouldn’t think of her in that way. He wouldn’t get attached to her.
Dancing around slightly with a mop and music pounding loud enough to be heard from in the hall, a young woman with short black spiky hair was trying to clean the floor but missing half the dirt. She was dressed in sweat pants and a black tank top, her long bangs falling over her eyes. From her hair to her make-up she looked more like one of the punk, emo, Goths or something but the music she was listening to was country.
“She was a woman on a mission, here to drown him and forget him. So I set her up again to wash him down” She sang loudly closing her eyes and doing a guitar solo on the mop. She had completely forgot she had invited friends over, well more of told them she needed things moved and she would pay for pizza and beer if they did it.
Her little apartment was packed with boxes, 3 months in the run down place and she has yet to fix it up. It wasn’t that she didn’t have the money but was more of she never liked to do work. She fell against the refrigerator and opened her eyes seeing that the dirty mop has made a mess along the stove and refrigerator, a long dark brown streak across the white metal.
“Dang stupid mop look what you did” she said with a frown and dropped it, now too mad to finish the poor moping she started. She jumped over the wet spots and jumped onto the couch to rest but then started up her singing again.
“Kiss this, and I don't mean on my rosy red lips, Me and you, we're through, and there's only one thing left for you to do ,You just come on over here one last time, Pucker up and close your eyes, and kiss this goodbye, Kiss this goodbye” Her voice was slightly off key but being alone in the room she didn’t care too much, at least not anymore. Not since Mike left her, but he also left a good amount of money for her to buy the apartment. So she didn’t completely hate him, just wanted to kill him in the most disturbing way she could think of.
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Post by deadangel on Mar 21, 2007 22:43:13 GMT -5
A mermaid floated just below the surface of the ocean often peeking out for any boats she could bug. Her hair was a mix of blondes and browns that kept falling in her face. She leaned back and let herself sink farther down past a school of fish. She was almost fully grown but still acted like a child at times. Looking down she giggled seeing a whale swim just below her. She swung her light blue and dark blue tail forcing herself down to the whale. Watching her was her older brother, Symon. He had long blonde hair and a strong body. His tail was a dark blue but with oddly purple scales added on it. Around his neck was gold necklace. Symon swam past her and headed off to the city tired of watching Abby. He was on a look out for a mate, he was old enough to marry but haven’t found anyone of his liking yet.
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