So, Does anyone read my story How Can You Laugh Last...?.Or any of my stories for that matter?If so, I would like to inform you that the only one I'm updating at this period in time is How Can You Laugh Last...?. Mostly because it's the easiest for me to update because I have no plans for this one. I just write what I feel like.That's usually my problem, making plans. I never know how to go about...

My older brother asked me if I ever fell in love. My answer was no, I've never been in-love, but I have loved. I think it's kinda stupid to be fall in love at this age. To fall in high school...He then asked me what I though falling in love was like. I answered: I think falling in love is like standing on a ledge, falling one way you die, the other there's someone there to catch you. Like maybe...

We’re supposed to be invincible. ?Florida family identified in deadly Arizona plane crashRead more“Those awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say, “Teenagers think they are invincible” with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don’t know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be...

It's called Rock-star Status:http://rock-starstatus.webs.com/This site is for people to show off their skills, socialize, and keep track of their favorite bands and artist. It's for people to talk about music, post about their bands, write music articles and stuff like that. At the moment it's pretty much empty and needs people to add stuff.I could really use some help. So if anyone wants to help...

So, I was evicted and dumped back into the real world by a very pushy ex-best- imaginary -friend.And let me tell you it sucks!reality sucks!I don't see how people do it, depression, anxiety, angst, pimples, boys, drama, school.Oh school, how were you guys making it through school?Me, in my imaginary world, school was a breeze, everything came easy for me 'cause I decided to keep myself captive,...

I don't talk, Facebook is blocked. I do talk, I'm getting sent to some crazy catholic boarding school. I become a vegetarian, I have to write an essay. I just can't win.I ask to go to the mall, it's like a game of 20 questions.I can't do anything. It's like the constitution doesn't even exist in our house.No freedom of speech. No freedom period.Amendment 4 - Search and Seizure. Ratified...

I took a quiz, my results:High Responsiveness, Extremely Imaginative with Potential for SchizophreniaYour score is dramatically different from the norm. Either you are uniquely creative and imaginative, and able to see things others cannot, or you are dangerously out of touch with reality.I like to think the former, makes me feel better about myself.Though my past appearances may show signs of the...

I belonged in florida. I am not meant to be here. All I ever think about is going back there one day, and everyone waiting there for me with open arms, welcoming me back. I can't help be feel this way no mattere what I'm doing. I miss my life. I really miss the though of beloning and most of all I miss my friends. All the things that happened I think the only thing I would ever change is spending...

So there's this guy, I'm not sure if I offically like him yet but I told my 'friends' that I do. So friday, horid and I'm consitering having my mom transfer me to another school. Sho here's what happened. . .2nd period was going okn consitering the fact that they call me 'virgin mary', then becca says something along the lines of "I saw that ________ guy that you like. I saw hi I.d. And was like...

Contrary to popular belief I actually hate being alone, but I've had so mush parctice I've gotten use to it. You'd think because I've been the 'new student' so many times I would find my place easily or something, but this is new teratory. And everytime I 'start over' I form some new thing that build barriers and isolates myself from everyone else. Over the years I've begun to keep to my self more...

As the second born first girl of my mother and father I declare that siblings are worth shit. I am more than likely writing this out of spite at the moment but to tell the truth more than likely I won't regret this later. I'll probably feel a little bad but ten seconds later I'm just going to add something to this list.So reason why I wish I was an only child at the moment:1. If I were in fact an...

No one is listening, everything I do has a reason. A reason that screams the truth that NO ONE IS FREAKING LISTENING.1. John. To tell the truth, I think I'm crazy too. I mean seriously, I have an imaginary friend that talks back to me, makes me laugh and listens to me. But the thing is, sometimes it seems like he's the only one who cares and listens, he may say I'm crazy talking to myself...

i don't want to get married. It's just one step closer to unhappiness. At the wedding I would probably embarrass everybody anyway, hopping on one foot, complaining about how my feet hurt and I hate high heels, every five minutes asking if we were done yet, and my vows would be the signing of a pre-nump [Sp?] and saying 'I really hope we don't need this.' Obviously I'm not into all that mushy stuff...

So... I have a new mission! Thats good! So...Mission: Get family back together...Now that's a hard one but after listening to everyones story I decided ?I can't give up now! This is just the beginning, that day I said all that crap about giving up.... I take that all back, can you do that? Well that day I was just pushed off the edge but I found out it was just a misunderstanding. So on to better...

I'm not afraid of dying; its a completely nature part of life, but I am afraid that after I 'leave' people will just forget about me. Maybe they will come to my funeral but what happens next? Do they just send flowers and be done with it? I don't want them to be mourning over my death, but I just don't want to be forgotten. I wan people to be happy when they think of me and laugh at all the good...

Things aren't going to get better if things keep going the way there going nothing is going to get better. They act as if they don't know each other and keep it on the 5 word count when in the same room. They just need to suck it up the past is the past. I am tired. I am just tired of all of this. Start over, run away, that's what everyone else is doing and frankly I don't give a damn anymore. I...

Over these months that everything that has happen I have found my self connected to the computer using all my time talking to people I really don't know. I tell them about my life and almost everything that I can't tell the people around me. i have found that they are not as judgemental of things I say or have done. They give great advice, and it seems easier talking to a complete stranger that...

Everything seems so different now from when things first began.Everyone is going up so fast, and no one takes the time to enjoy our past.OK this is rhyming and I don't really want it to but that's what is popping in my head. So lets start over.Basically I miss just having fun and enjoying our childhood. Now everyone is to high to realize what their missing out on. And now I really understand what...

The past is the past and I can't say that I have completely gotten over it because that would be a lie and the past is the whole reason I am right here at this very moment. Basically I have nothing better to do with my life. I am guessing I should be in school right now? but I am not am I? I miss how things use to be but I got over the fact that things will NEVER be the same again. And I adcept...

Poser::.1.one who pretends to be someone whose not.2. who tries to fit in but with exaggerationBeing me i get teased alot for being, well me. most of hte time its my family calling me a 'double stuffed oreo' but i know they dont mean anything by it. What I hate is when people call me a poser. I am not a poser! I am who i am, why cant people just accept that?Just because of the people i hang out...