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SquishE16 33, Female, Massachusetts, USA - First entry!

Nov 2006
11:20 AM EDT

Not doing much right now. Just waiting for Thanksgiving to come. I got out of school early so I have had nothing too do all day.

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izzybelleluv007 32, Female, Canada - 15 entries

Nov 2006
12:54 PM MDT

i'm so excited! but i'm sick :( i hate being sick because i sleep all day and then i cant sleep at night then when i'm better i have to reset everything again! i never realy got sick until i got strep throat then i got sick realy easy and i hate that!

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Magoo 41, Female, Washington, USA - 4 entries

Nov 2006
12:25 PM PST

I am very frusterated. I dropped my cell phone tonight while I was making dinner and broke it. It is brandnew, too! Today was okay. I worked all day. We only had one member show up to the meeting, hopefully next week and quarter we will get more peple to attend them. I am really excited for what this group can do for campus and truely hope that it works out. I still haven't gotten any Christmas shopping done and it's getting way to close. My family hasn't called me about Thanksgiving, so I am going to still spend it with my sweet roomate. She is so kind hearted. I worry about my other friend, I hope that her holidays away from her family go well. Not that if she would have been home, they would have because I have a feeling either way they would have been rough. I also hope that things with another friend work out. She has a lot going on in her life and it only keeps getting crazier. I still have so much to do before the end of the quarter, paperwork, projects, tests, campus stuff, yikes! Man, I really want to take some time out for me and do soemthing fun, snowboarding, horseback riding, the possabilities are endless. Sorry all, I can't spell and don't care to take the time to do so. Also, this person I was hanging out with wont call back so that's done, laughing. I dropped my myspace account today because I hate how it works, yuck. It turns out my old church group likes the paster and I am not sure that I care for her, but oh well, not everyone likes everyone they are in contact with, right? Right. Well, I'm going to sleep early tonight.

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noni 28, Female, North Carolina, USA - 16 entries

Nov 2006
9:46 AM MST

as true as a butterfly though i don't know the reason

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ticklmeamy 32, Female, Arizona, USA - 2 entries

Nov 2006
7:50 AM PDT

Chapter One If the world were to end today, I don’t think I’d care. Nothing in my life matters right now, but I wish something did. I have a broken family and friends that are never there. They might as well just be imaginary. There is one person though. A boy. He has a name, but do names really matter. His shaggy, brown hair covers his eyes as he smiles at me from across the French classroom. The bell rings in five, four, three, two, one. The day is over. I walk past him on the way out and he stops me. "Hey Daisy." The words travel out his mouth in slow motion. I have a headache and can't comprehend what he just said. I mumble something about being late for violin if I stay and chat, so I head out the door, forgetting to tell him good bye. I step on the city bus and head toward the back. It is crowded, but I see a seat in the corner. I just want to sit. I don't know where I'm headed. Home. I can't go there, no, not now. My head begins throbbing. It’s been ten minutes and I get off the bus in front of the grocery store. I walk inside and the cool air rejuvenates my body. The medication is on the other side of the store, so I slowly head towards it. There is hardly anyone in the store. I find some Tylenol and walk over to the cashier. She looks at me funny, like I might choose to use it to get high off of, but she can't stop me from buying it. I give her the five dollar bill out of my pocket. She hands me the receipts and some change. The screen says seventy cents, but I only count sixty. It doesn't matter though; I am in no mood to argue over a dime. I walk outside and over to the coke machine. I put in two quarters and press the button for water. It spits out a bottle, and I open it. I remove the lid from the Tylenol and grab a pill. I stick it in my mouth and swallow. I gulp down some water and walk towards the street. I am only a few blocks from my house now, so I start to head there. I walk across the street and there he is. The boy in my French class, sitting in the car I just walked past. I try to pretend like he’s not there but I can feel him staring at the back of my head. I turn around and he smiles. I can feel the corners of my mouth rising up, but I don’t want them to. I turn around and head on home pretending like I never even saw him. Chapter Two I head down my street and pause in front of my house. The big oak tree beckons to me. I walk over to it and touch the bark. My tree house sits up there, somewhere. I set my bag down next to the trunk and start to climb. I reach the ladder to the house and set my foot on it. I am afraid to look down. I haven’t been up here in years. I cautiously continue to climb until I am safe inside. I can’t stand up inside it anymore. I sit with my legs crossed staring at the broken pieces of chalk lying on the floor. I pick one up and begin to draw. I draw Michael and me, up here playing king and queen just like we used to when we were six or seven. We would laugh and never come down until my mom would make me come inside to eat dinner and Michael would have to go home. I don’t know what happened to Michael and I. We used to talk all the time, but now I don’t want to say anything to him and come up with excuse after excuse when he tries to talk to me. I wish I wasn’t like that though. Every time I see him I just want to tell him how he makes me feel, but I can’t. To be perfectly honest, the only reason I took French was so that I could have a class with him. I look down at the drawings and realize that they are spotted with my tears. Do these memories really hold that much emotion? Maybe I should have talked to him today, maybe I should go inside and call him, but I’d never have the confidence to do that. I leave my tree house and chalk drawings behind and head for the ladder. I climb down, and don’t look anywhere but straight in front of me until my two feet are firmly planted on the ground. I pick up my bag and sling it over my shoulder. I head over to the door and open it. I see my dad sitting on the couch. In front of him is the television screen which he is staring blankly at. The announcer is talking about a deadly car accident on the freeway between Jefferson and Prince. I look at the car that lies in the bank, crushed and burnt. You can still see the smoke rising above it. I look back at my dad and ask him what’s wrong. “Sit down,” she says as he tries to smile, but I don’t believe it. I put my backpack down by the door and take a seat in the recliner so I won’t have to look directly at him as he talks. I just want him to tell me what happened. But then it hits me. That car in the picture isn’t just any car, it’s my mother’s. And the lady that died was the person that I have known and loved for so long. I can feel my face burning up and I start to cry. “You figured it out, didn’t you?” he says. I try to mumble “uh, huh” but nothing is coming out. My head begins throbbing again. And I run off to my room, the only place that will ever be entirely my own. I hear the door slam behind me, but I didn’t do it. I throw myself down on top of my bed and cry. I can hear my dad, crying down the hall. Chapter Three I haven’t moved since yesterday. My body aches all over as I try to reach over and turn off my alarm clock. It’s Friday, and I have to get up and go to school. I stumble out of bed and walk over to my closet; I put on a pair of jeans and a white tank. I grab my converse and a pair of socks and walk out of my room. As I walk down the hall, I can tell that my dad isn’t here. There is no bacon frying and he isn’t snoring so he can’t still be asleep. I turn around and head for his bedroom. I open the door and see the bed, untouched. I figure he must have slept on the couch.

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JohnAnthony 48, Male, Texas, USA - 3 entries

Nov 2006
7:07 AM EDT

I don't know what this really is saying so just forget it ok!! lol just playing... But really, I don't know how to answer this one...

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stressmaker106 30, Female, Canada - First entry!

Nov 2006
5:35 PM GMT

you know what somone told me its ok to be stressed sometimes so its ok

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bettyboxedin 34, Female, Canada - 24 entries

Nov 2006
7:35 AM CST

i have not been on lately due to a lot of stress and suicidal feelings lately I found out JOrdy has relapesd and is back on heroin he still smokes pot and dirnks. i am lost in what i should do. i have been told to dump him but what kind of girlfriend would i be if i do i am supposed to be there for him and i want to be to get him back on his feet, i have been told to call the cops but idont want to. i have no idea what i should do. anyways i am watching philodelphia so i have to go. it isn't the greatest movie s to watch since Jordy is back on heroin and you can contract aids from heroin and i dont want him to die. i love him too much to give up on him and throw in the towel now. i need to find some help for him find someone who can help me so i can help him. he is my rock and if that rock gets weak and crumbles then so do i.

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gunsnroses 32, Female, Greece - 16 entries

Nov 2006
6:38 AM EDT

i miss you...i miss you so bad.. :(

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outlawjj 53, Male, Ohio, USA - First entry!

Nov 2006
2:21 PM EDT

hi im new here i hope this helps me express my feelings

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