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today on my way home from dinner with my family.. as i sat in the back seat of my car... i was thinking about all my problems.. i could almost hear the background music they put in movies when the girl fights with the guy and they both look out the window at the rain.... so i started thinking... and none of that is true... so many lives end everyday without a happy ending... the stories in popular romantic songs are not true...life is just not like that... ever since i was little movies like cindirella and other disney productions have had me thinking that no matter what happens love always finds a way... and that it is so full of great surprises.. well at least the last part is true. except that the surprises are not always good ones... actually they are almost always terrible... and prince charming is dead... and chivalry died with him.. men in our generation expect to get a maid when they start a relationship.. at the beginning they can�t get enough of you... the little by little they start to show the real side of them... and let me tell you its not pretty.. my boyfriend and i (yes we�re still together) are gonna be 5 years old as acouple.. in may... and now.. i know men are jerks.... and most of the reason that life is not�a fairy tale is because of them.. all girls expect to find a prince waiting for them.. and all the guy needs to do is make that simple wish come true.. is it too much to ask for a guy to open the door for us... to hug us and give us their jacket when we�re cold... to kiss our pains gently away.. i think not... and its hard enough trying to keep the flame alive while the guy is being a total jerk sitting infront of the tv. watching football� withough them treating us so bad.... i for one. plan not to cry for a guy ever againn.. imagine.. if he treats me bad NOW... imagine if we got MARRIED!!!�

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Well, im sick and i dont want to do anything right now. But im gonna say that i am on the cheerleading team and i am 12 years old. i am in sixth rade with the best friends youll ever know. im a rebellious little child that talks back to a fucked up teacher that i hate like hell. you knowid rather burn in hell then to be his student. screw him. Well enough said about that, umm i have a myspace at www.myspace.com/scuchi and ask me to be a friend if you like. im very nice and when i do something bad i get really cold. literally i do, i start to shiver and freak out then i cant think about anything but what i did. im not picky when it comes to friends. but if i hear shit about people talking about me behind my back, spreading rumors, gossiping, or saying im something im not ill kick your ass and if your bot sorry then, youll surly be the sorest. im pretty famous in my school for dyeing my hair orange and cutting it shorter than a dweeb. hmm, but i grew back. my fave colour is blue or green.�

Hey everyone! So yeah this is my first post, so i guess I should tell you a little about me. My Name is Alicia (UH-Lee-Sh-Uh) but you can call me Misery. I am homeschooled and I am in 9th grade and I'm only 13, I know lol. Well anyways my little Nephues (sp?) they are both twins lol. They are 3 years old. Well yep i better go bye.

I thought the title for this was perfect because Magic and I are '2 Peas in a Pod'.� Why you say?� Because Magic was diagnosed with DM, which is similar to MS in humans.� I have been diagnosed with MS for almost 2 years.� Magic was diagnosed towards the end of last year with DM, and that was only because I changed vets because I was HIGHLY irritated with my last Vet!

My last Vet had all new people working for her, and no regular people worked for her any longer.� When I had taken Magic in to have a Grade 3 Cancerous Tumor removed last year (which she didn't want to remove right away, just told me to 'keep and eye on it').�

So when I went to pick Magic up from the Vet's office, it took A LONG TIME for a staff member to bring her up from the basement.� And when the staff memeber had brought her up from the basement, she smelled of urine HIGHLY!!!� That is not something I willing to stand for!!� Yes, Magic does have SA (Separation Anxiety) and will pee/poop in her kennel/crate when no one is with her).� While I was waiting for her, I could here her barking in the basement.�

When I had Magic to this Vet's office to have Magic's dental done, Magic had soiled in her kennel, but the staff�bathed her and then kept her upstairs with them until I arrived to pick her up.

So to keep this short, after picking up Magic from the Vet's Office, I went on a journey to find a new Vet.� And I am PROUD TO SAY THAT I NOW HAVE A NEW VET'S OFFICE that came HIGHLY recommended by others that live in the Kenosha/Racine Area!!!� I do not think that I will be changing Vets anytime soon ;)

I'm going to start writing poetry again. I used to for�a long time. I'm hoping it will be as therapeutic as it used to be. Well here is one that� I wrote a few days ago. It doesn't really have a name.

No, Everything is not okay

Everytime night turns to day

I pray

"God let me die today."

I can't change the way I feel

People are trying with just a little pill

It all just makes me want to blurt

"God, stop making me hurt."

I know I have Jesus in my heart

Which means we'll never part

But I just don't feel him with me

Maybe they lied and he really left me.

God, if you left me, hear my cry

Please come back before I try

To take something that isn't mine

To take my life one last time.

I need some feedback, Please.� That is, if you want to. I can be short or long. You can tell me it sucks if you want to. Just give me something to work with.

��������� On Tuesday, April 8th, 2008, my grandma passed away. She was in rehab and we all thought that she was getting better. Then over the weekend we found out that she had caught a disease and was in the hospital again. It was called C-def or something like that and it messed with her intestines. Also my parents told me that her pnemonia came back.

�������� Monday night� someone from the family called and said that her blood pressure had dropped dangerously low and they rushed to the hospital. Grandma had hit lows before and i hadn't worried much about her. My parents were there all night so i went to sleep. The next morning my dad called us into their room. My mom told me that my grandma had passed away. Her blood pressure had dropped so low that her heart finally stopped. I have never cried so hard in my entire life.

������ How could this have happened? The last time before she was in the hospital, she looked totally healthy. Our year revolves around her. Every holiday is spent with her. I can't imagine not seeing her up at the lake, or at christmas, or at easter. Next time mom doesn't know what to do she can't call her. Its almost surreal that she's gone. I'm going to miss her so much.

������It feels like someone has clawed at my heart. Just thinking about her makes my heart, and body feel like its being weighed down. I went to school today and i thought of her almost all day. Every one said i was sorry. I have no idea what to do with that. all i said was "i'm fine" and "it's ok". I didn't know what else to do. tomorrow is the wake and friday is the funeral. I have no idea how i'm going to deal. All i can think about is running. Its the one thing that i've done today thats made me feel GOOD. i'll probably run all weekend.

��� What makes it worse is that she hated all of it. I couldn't even go into see her the first month or so. I was scared. I had never seen grandma sick, and seeing her anything but healthy scared me to death. I thought that if i saw her really bad i would never have hope that she would get better. Finally when i saw her i�was not scared, but heartbroken, to see her that way. she deserved better. she was an amazing woman and didn't�deserve how to go through that. I hated how she was weak and� it hurt to see her that way. I might have been happier�if i had more time with her,�and i�would have been more than delighted for her to�not have gone in that�way. Hopefully the lord is treating her the way she deserves. I am going to miss her so much. that phrase is said�so many times, and until�you�have lost something, you never truely know how much�meaning�it really has. �