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I'm UglyI know that I’m not
I know that you know
That I know that I’m not
But I feel like it
Oh God, I feel like it
I know I’ve got clear eyes
And lovely hair
But when I look in mirrors
The imperfections scream
‘Till the tiny cracks
Become huge gaping holes
That I’m terrified you’ll see
I need to hear it
Tell me that I’m beautiful
I feel like
at the end of the tunnel
there is never a light,
but an even darker hole
that carries nothing
but your demise and your failure
without a single strand of hope
that could save you.
Come see Craig and me at REDCATBefore I get to that, I'd like to thank everyone who came by and FLOODED my DA page with kind words, support and all sorts of love after I found out I wasn't to be included in the DVD commentary for Season 1 of MLP:FiM. I'm not sure yet why it happened, but hearing from so many people both here and at my Twitter assures me that I WON'T be forgotten when it comes to the adventures of a certain 6 fillies. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
So..... for all you Los Angelites (or anyone visiting right about now) my husband, Craig McCracken (creator of Powerpuff Girls, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends and Wander Over Yonder) and I will be speaking on a panel about "Life After College." The two of us and some other amazing graduates from
SuicideThe spiderwebs slowly grow to the edge.
Oh how I wish I was dead.
I'll never be enough,
So I've given up.
I'm so done with my pathetic existence.
I've committed too many sins to consider repentance.
If it were possible, I wouldn't try.
My only goal in life is to die.
I look over the edge to the riverside.
My only option is suicide.
It could all end there.
No one would even care.
So I sit and I wonder,
But this is the only option I ponder.
This feels so right.
Tonight is the night.
I lean towards the edge, and climb over.
This is the only way to obtain closure.
I hope this is the way to end it.
Falling through the air, I feel splendid.
No more abuse, no more lies.
No more tears left to cry.
No more razors, no more white lines.
No more screaming at the sky.
No more sadness, no more madness.
I end it all.
I have my fall.
The end is soon, so I close my eyes.
No more abuse, No more lies.
I am finally allowed to die.
It's OkIt's ok to cry
To break down in your room and sit there for hours
It's ok to scream,
To shout at absolutely nothing
It's ok to sleep for hours and hours
To not want to get out of bed in the morning
It's ok to think
To think of the "what if's"
It's ok to have opinions
To think differently
It's ok to be different
To stand out in a crowd
It's ok to not try
To not care about school or work
It's ok to be anti-social
To not talk to anyone and keep things to yourself
It's ok if you like to be alone
To shut out the world
It's ok if you don't know who you are yet
To be lost
But it's also ok to wipe away those tears
To change the shouting to laughing
To wake up with a smile on your face
To think optimistically
To fight for what you think
To be who you are
To try again
To be confident
To meet new people
To open your heart
To find yourself
But it's not ok to give up.
It's most definitely not ok to ever give up.
Truly FreeIn this world as we know it
No human will ever be free
Slavery is lessoned
But the past will forever haunt
Never free of bad memories
And still racism will haunt
Never will it end
Even in the façade of peace
We are not free
Judgment of others
Social standings and wealth
And being told what to do
Where to go
What to be
In our own homes
We're trapped from the start
The teachings and influence of those around us
Swaying our minds one way or another
Never will our thoughts be truly free
Imagine none of these restrictions
Are we yet free?
It still comes down to the basics of life
Our physical limitations
We cannot fly freely among the birds
Nor swim with the whales in the open sea
But say we could
We're still confined
The day the world ends
Will be the day
Humans are truly free.
PewDieCry - Amnesia Ch. 1As the Swede walked slowly down the cold, long, corridor he listend for any slight noise. He didn't want a bro getting him, did he? As his lantern began to dim he filled it back up with oil. Just then, a door approched in his sight to the right of the corridor. He put his hand on the nob and slowly cracked it open, searching for anything inside. Once he knew it was safe, he opend it and walked inside. it was a lovely bedroom. He saw a wardrobe, a desk and.. "Mr. Chair!" He shouted gleefully. He ran over to Mr. Chair, hugging him. A human body started to form in his arms as Mr. Chair woke from chair mode. "Hello, PewDie." he said in his happy normal tone. Just then, PewDie heard a noice, from the bed. They looked over to see a figure sitting up.
As he sat up and stretched he look over at the two people sitting across the room. He jumped, relising they saw his face and he quickly grabbed his mask, slipping it on. "CRYYYYY" that famillar voice shouted. "Pewds!" he smiled noticing who
On preparing to never let goWalking slowly down the hall, arms filled with the day's mail, we spoke of morbid things.
She wants to be reduced to ash and I want to know if I can keep her on my mantle.
She looks at me sideways with a curious face and forgets her footsteps.
It's a little bit morbid, she tells me, deciding it's time to continue shuffling along,
but I think the way I'm trying to picture her perfect urn is probably worse.
There's nothing that I can think of that suits her, though,
and I wonder if I even know her.
Do I scatter you somewhere? You can't visit scatter.
(I think good daughters plant guilt in the carpet pile to trip upon.)
But she doesn't trip, instead she ruminates on how appalling it'd be to divide her in fourths:
she laughs as she's divvying up her body parts for our mantles.
I tell her we'll set up a custody schedule, but only between my closest sister and me;
we're the ones that take care of her. But in reality, I'm not planning on sharing.
She tells me she wants to be in the n
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