PARENTS. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.
fuck you all. fuck you all.
Stop taking EVERYTHING as a personal offence.

just

...okay. I'm done. ;-;

i'm broken.

i'm bored of this
i cannot
control it
but i need to stop
it sgwusf
i don't care
crap i don't listen

thanks for the help
everyone

Lily:
http://silhouette33insanity.devianta...253A1362314142

e_______e Holy crup what happened????
Did something happen between Owen and Max?
-__________- Guiiiiissseee Enough Drama.

It's already over.

I GET TO TRY OUT FOR DANCE GUISSE... :D :D :D

Excuse me while I go cry from happiness.

Yay! I'm so happy for you. Good luck!

UGH.

I love going out and doing things with my friends, but it's always so hectic when I don't log on to anything for several days...so many posts, so many comments, so little time. ._.

Soooooo...what did I miss over the past few days?

Yaaaaaaaaaay!!! :D I'm so glad that you get to try out!!!!! Congrats, Caleigh.

*resists urge to start spouting the lyrics to Already Over by Red*


o_o I always leave right before big things happen.

WHAT HAPPENED? ;w;

Lily and Pluzzle summed it up pretty well with "omg wtf happened" and
http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkigzf77EZ1qh4010.gif

but yeah Owen and Max got into a fight??

AND YAYYY CALEIGH!

The fighting between me and Max is over.
We resolved it.

my best friend is like a drug to me. she makes me so... happy sometimes. Like when we gossiped together last night and watched Mirror Mirror.

But she hurts me so badly and it fucking hurts and i want to just curl up and die sometimes when i'm with her, because I know she doesn't care about me and i told her i was hearing things and she just laughed at me i wonder if she knew that half the times i ask to go to the bathroom i go and collapse against a wall closing my eyes and putting my hands against my ears.

so I came home and had tea with myself. listened to Emilie Autumn. Read Jane Eyre.

/knows the feeling/


Except that I would probably freak if I had to tell anybody about them.

My emotion right now is tired. But also my mood is rather philosophical, which is making me sound like a condescending bitch. I need to talk to someone but I don't want to talk to anyone, if you know what I mean. I'd like to speak to Augustus Waters, lately. Of an unfortunate turn of events, he is dead. So I'll just sit and read and listen and take in everything as always.
I don't think it's intellect I'm abundant in my knowledge, though many seem to think that this is so. I work just as hard at learning as they do and maybe even harder and I'm a very codependent learner. But I'm an independent listener, and this, I think, is what sets me apart.

God, I wish I knew that feeling. My mom would dangle psychiatrists in front of my face. She forbade psychotropic drugs. And all the while, she would mock me and ridicule me and lie to me. She gave me my problems and told me she loved me but I feel like that was a lie just like everything else she said.

I was going to rant about her but honestly at this point, too many things have built up against her for me to explain on my phone. Basically started from when I was born. Maybe that was just a lie like everything else. Go and drink and party us away, mom, you don't have a family left for you. You've spent so much of your time lying to us that we're just a lie to you.
And to think I knew what was going on allll along--and you denied it again and again and again.
Liar, liar.

Don't come home.

You taught me how to hate, how to lose control of myself, how to abuse little kids and how to lie myself into a corner and live two separate lives. As if I would ever grow up to be like you at all. My dad taught me how to ignore you.

You crazy, psychotic, lying, waste of flesh. You're like Satan in female form.
I find you guilty of everything--I blame you.

You can only be my mom from a
Distance

I snapped.
I got so sick of everything; of my parents, my brother, my friends treating me like crap, the stress, the insults.
I just started screaming. I don't know really. It's like I didn't even realize what I was doing . . . .

I can't stand this anymore.

I've just had the worst week ever. Friday I thought things couldn't get any worse. Saturday, I realized I was wrong....

First I'm called a cheater, then I completely fail at a writing competition...

The one thing I was really good at.

Now I've failed at that too.

Oh Sandy! I'm so sorry!
Hang in there.
I'm here for ya sista.
On the other side, I can't believe I'm talking to THE Sandy!!!!
:D

You need to talk?
Don't worry, I'll listen.

GUYS I'm listening to Spring Awakening (of course I am, when am I not?) and the song And Then There Were None started and I thought that these lyrics really represent this thread:
Just fuck it, right, enough, that's it
You'll still go on, well, for a bit
Another day of utter shit,
And then there were none...

*just ignore me, it couldn't go unsaid but it sounded SO MUCH LESS WEIRD in my head.*

um...
no offence
but it's not THE Sandy--it's just a member on KP. Just because she writes VM, you don't have to call her THE Sandy.

Yes, that is offensive.
Can't I express what I think?
Not everybody thinks like you, ya know.
I think that she is THE Sandy because she is so amazing.
It is also a form of a compliment.

No, it's not--I'm just saying that you can express what you think but don't make it too selfish. Because it was starting to sound like you were getting her attention to start a conversation that she didn't want to start...and she is going through a tough time so give her some advice too.

Ahhh, Internet misinterpretation.

...............no.

[QUOTE=maxi;433313]...............no.[/quote]


Okay, what?
You don't have to talk in such an......offending way.
Look, I only wrote that because I wanted to make her feel special...good about herself.
And now here you
Are, raining in my parade.
I've never even talked to her before, alright?
I'm just tying to be friendly.

Okay, what?
You don't have to talk in such an......offending way.
Look, I only wrote that because I wanted to make her feel special...good about herself.
And now here you
Are, raining in my parade.
I've never even talked to her before, alright?
I'm just tying to be friendly.[/quote]

I am NOT raining in your anything--I was just telling you something that I thought you were doing absolutely rudely. It didn't seem correct. I just wanted to state it out. o_O Calm down. XD Don't make a big deal out of it.

I am NOT raining in your anything--I was just telling you something that I thought you were doing absolutely rudely. It didn't seem correct. I just wanted to state it out. o_O Calm down. XD Don't make a big deal out of it.[/quote]



lolwhut.
How the hell is that rude?

lolwhut.
How the hell is that rude?[/quote]

HAHAHA. Why don't we both just go our own ways and be quiet?

No offence guys but seriously, take the fight elsewhere. You guys aren't making anyone feel any better about their problems.



I hate my life right now. I just started high school and I really hate it. I don't have ANY friends whatsoever. I spend lunch break trying to hide from people so nobody sees me crying. I fucking HATE my english teacher. She actually said IN FRONT OF THE CLASS that creative writing and fantasy novels were dumb and pointless. I swear I could've strangled her. She called me stupid and told me to stop reading Shakespeare just because I couldn't describe the Tempest in one word. Honestly, that is fucking impossible. You can't sum up a play like the Tempest in one word, it's so detailed with so many sub plots and it's amazing.
My math teacher gave us 23 pages of homework on subjects we haven't learnt yet, and he hasn't even marked the last lot of homework.
A girl named Aliyah is bullying ,me and pretty much being a fucking bitch. She is so immature. I don't like the word stuff so I call it shit and in PE when we were packing up I said "Put your shit in here and let's go get changed." Then she frowned at me and said- "Don't swear, it doesn't suit you," and I ALMOST replied by saying "Don't breathe it doesn't suit you." She gossips, LITERALLY, right behind my back and calls me insane, says I should go back to the asylum where I obviously belong and makes fun of my hair- even though it's kind of obvious she wants the colour of my hair (YES Aliyah, we CAN see your black roots).
I hate school. Then when I get home I hate that too. I can't write anymore, ever since my fucking english teacher ruined it for me. I guess what I'm saying is I'm officially leaving KP. Goodbye.

YOU ARE OFFICIALLY WHAT KIDPUB.
Um. Hell to the no.
Shut up, tell her what needs to be said. Go to the counsellor or whatever. Don't leave KP. I would die for you. D:
Don't ever leave me.
Don't ever leave writing. I frikking love your writing. and i am your editor what the hell don't leave me.

I'm sorry guys I just don't think I can do it anymore. I might come back, and I'll still be on dA. But I don't have time for this now. Maybe I will write again. But not on KP. Thanks for your kind words.

No. I am going to write a huge rant and you are going to stay here until I finish it.

Two Vents.