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CH3CH2OH
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March 2008
5 entries this month
318 total entries
Honor: 4,683 [ Give / Take ]
15:20:00 - Mar 24 2008
Times Read: 368
Abaddon.. is that the name? Gave me a 1...
....Ooooooooooo....
Whatever. Like a little dog yipping incesantly for attention. Giving it only makes him yip more.
Besides, I rarely take the time to rate... anyone. Even people who rate me with 10's... why am I going to waste my time on him?
I think I've already wasted enough time just typing this out....
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Seriously people...
02:06:39 - Mar 17 2008
Times Read: 406
Granted I didn't give you a good rate, but honestly, your profile was weak at best.
Just another profile of "angst." Saying nothing but I'm angry, life sucks, rebel against authority, I'm here to try and offend you as good as the lowest-common-denominator can and... blah blah blah.
I really don't care about the rate I've been given, but it's the reasoning, or supposed reasoning. Fortunately I realize it was just a spiteful, revenge type rate and the comment was meaningless...
I mean, if you're serious, what do you need to understand a person? A one paragraph physical description and a verbal fist shaking at everything that pisses a person off?
Who cares about all that? I'm trying to give insight into my life, to let the reader take from it what they want. Not punch them in the face with all the injustices I think the world throws at me. I tell stories; tell about what affects me and how I respond to it.
My life, my work, my travels - ok, whatever, it doesn't interest you unless I have blue eyes, big boobs and I'm bi...
But if you can honestly say you didn't learn anything about me from reading my profile... either you didn't read it, or you have the comprehension ability of a bag of door-knobs.
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Snippet....
18:09:59 - Mar 16 2008
Times Read: 406
I walk in the glow of street lights
Alone again, but wanting more
I see the people walk by
Their faces familiar, but strangers they will always be
Do they see me the same as I see them?
And no one stops
Even for a smile .
The mistakes I’ve made cannot be counted
The life I’ve lived and pain I’ve felt
Cannot compare to the pain I’d caused
I feel it consuming everything
My life, and the meaning,
And how do I keep going on?
I swallow down this pain
And keep my tight throat clear
With alcohol and wonder
And how do I keep going on?
It all means something
But what I cannot say for sure.
And the music still rings in my ears
Even when the music isn’t there….
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PRIVATE ENTRY
18:07:18 - Mar 16 2008
Times Read: 407
* * * PRIVATE JOURNAL ENTRY * * *
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It's all my fault....
02:00:24 - Mar 03 2008
Times Read: 430
...that is what I was told tonight.
All of it.
All on me.
Everything bad that has happened. All the hard feelings... where things are today... all my fault.
I interpret the actions and words that always seem to conflict with each other, wrong. Saying one thing and doing another is fine, as long as it's not me doing it. Otherwise, it's my fault for not figuring it out.
I won't continue with this. What's the point? I'm not allowed to have feelings. I'm not allowed to feel hurt. I'm not allowed to be wrong, and I'm never right.
What is the old saying? Winners never quit, and quitters never win. But those that never win and never quit are just morons.
Yeah... I can't win.
I quit.
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Morrigon
16:17:53
Mar 24 2008
Joli
21:59:17
Mar 24 2008
19:35:41
Mar 25 2008
:)