Happy 1000 Mibba, congratulations!!!Aww, my little Mibba is all grown up, filled with fanfics and pointless journals. I feel like a proud parent right now. Not that i had anything at all to do with the creation of this place, but i've been here for a while now and it's nice to see how much it's grown. I love this place, i love everybody i've met here and I'm really looking forward to sticking...

I can feel it, even now, even as a write this. It's shifting, switching and reversing. Change. My family, my friends, the way I feel...even the weather took an unexpected turn. All of a sudden everything is so cold. I'm still holding on as tightly as i can to every last shred of normality, trying to pretend that it's all in my head. But inside of me I know that's not the case. Everything is...

I should have known. There was never a greater plan, no deeper meaning. There was only me. I was, I am, the master, the servant, the victim, the executioner. I was the origin of every wrong deed, of every twisted thought and every single distortion. They were mine.As i lay there in my quiet restlessness, not once did i question the resolutions with had so carefully been planted in the confines of...

Hello my invisibles! Just thought i'd check in with you guys today. Not much to say, not much has changed. I'm still the same girl, sitting in the sidelines, wishing she could join the game. That's life thought, ain't it? It's all just a game. When you're not playing it you wish you were, and when you are playing it all you wanna do is get the hell out. Does that make any sense? Or maybe it's just...

I'm procrastinating. Again. It seems that's all i do in life, just constantly put off things i know need to be done, and for what? So i can keep my head buried in the sand and pretend there's nothing to worry about. If i were talking about little things, like washing those dishes or organizing my closet, it might not be so bad, everyone hates doing that stuff anyways so i guess that makes me no...

I missed out on this year's biggest trend. Hating Pete just wasn't my thing, that kid's too nice and i prefer to limit my "hating" to people i feel actually deserve it. So now i feel like i've been shunned from this not-so-secret anti pete wentz club, and the curiosity is just killing me! Do these people have t-shirts? Do they gather in some ultra secret headquarter to discuss new and totally...

Truth. What is it? How do you come by it? What happens once you've lost it, can you ever get it back? I wonder...I wonder how it is that someone born so innocent can grow into something so ugly, so deceitful. How did it begin? Perhaps...the first time you said no when you should've said yes, the first time you purposely omitted or distorted. Lies. How do we become so attached, so bound by...

(During english class)Me: Ok, i'm gonna ask you a series of question, and you have to answer them otherwise i'm gonna kick your ass and steal all your money.Sis: *staring at me like i'm crazy* Sure....Me: Favorite food?Sis: *after 30 mins of thinking* I like alot of crap. Let's just say chinese food.Me: fav color?Sis: Blue (me: *pssh, cliche*)Me: Dog breed?Sis: Bernice mountain dogMe: craziest...