[punk this, bitch]'s diary

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Written about Monday 2006-11-06
Written: (6352 days ago)

Evanescence

"Tourniquet"

I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more (so much more)
I lay dying
And I am pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost? 

My God my Tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God my Tourniquet
Return to me salvation

Do you remember me
Lost for so long
Will You be on the other side?
Or will You forget me?
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost? 

My God my Tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God my Tourniquet
Return to me salvation 

My wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliverance
Will I be denied Christ
Tourniquet
My suicide
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Written about Wednesday 2006-11-01
Written: (6357 days ago)

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Written about Sunday 2006-10-29
Written: (6360 days ago)

You can't be neutral on a moving train

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Written about Saturday 2006-10-28
Written: (6360 days ago)

[96% OF YOUNGER PEOPLE WON'T STAND UP FOR GOD...
REPOST THIS ON YOUR SITE IF YOU'RE ONE OF THE 4% WHO WILL]



First of all I'm not a teenager anymore, so why not change it?
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Written about Thursday 2006-10-19
Written: (6369 days ago)

Why do some people feel the need to shout their conversations (when they are really close to whomever else they're speaking with) as if others others care to hear them?

If I didn't have a headache (which seems like it's trying to become a migraine) right now, I would be slightly amused

That particular conversation was interesting to say the least...

But no! The noise pollution might as well have been a sledgehammer that just slammed onto my head! just what I needed the most!!!

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Written about Wednesday 2006-10-04
Written: (6385 days ago)

Just found out some wicked information about a certain _______ 
Anyways... just thought I should share *grins*

It makes sense except for one little detail, that wasn't included or at least hinted at... *shakes head* well it's been fun!

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Written about Sunday 2006-09-03
Written: (6416 days ago)

*sigh* The bitches never learn, do they? *shakes head*

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Written about Saturday 2006-09-02
Written: (6417 days ago)

so true, yet, no-one is going to read it!

The Nice Guy Curse


read, think, pass on! :D

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last,
that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and
bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is
dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but
restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors
and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing
room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly
reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the
appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of
support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back
attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a
girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.


This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends
back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the
guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy
male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but
give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game
where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend
material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice
guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice
guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.


This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone,
and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly
dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you
thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all
ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the
best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in Halo2 to rant about a rumor
that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive
person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had
nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped
her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for
that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was
nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you
knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you,
justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re
just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm
body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps
more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they
should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what
I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends
at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is
that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim
they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen,
they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or
“he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up
with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most
frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to
lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their
too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks.
Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure
out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice
guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But
one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon
doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that
train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking
them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier,
finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice
guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described
as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your
patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your
party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile.
For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the
situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my
acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this
society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Repost if you're a nice guy or...
a female that does appreciate the nice guys.
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Written about Monday 2006-08-28
Written: (6422 days ago)

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Written about Saturday 2006-07-08
Written: (6473 days ago)

WORDS WOMEN USE

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FINE
This is a word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.


FIVE MINUTES
If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

NOTHING
This is the calm before the storm. This means “something”, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that being with “Nothing” usually end with “Fine”.


GO AHEAD
This is a dare, not permission. Don’t do it.


LOUD SIGH
This is actually not a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A “loud laugh” means she thinks you’re an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over “Nothing”.


THAT’S OKAY
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. “That’s okay” means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will ay for your mistake.

THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say your welcome.


WHATEVER
It’s a woman saying FUCK YOU!
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Written about Saturday 2006-07-01
Written: (6480 days ago)

Month One
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.


Month Two
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.


Month Three
You know what mommy, I'm a girl!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.


Month Four
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.


Month Five
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's an abortion?


Month Six
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me!



Month Seven
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me mommy?




Every Abortion Is Just...
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak.


.::If you're against abortion, repost this::.


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Written about Tuesday 2006-06-20
Written: (6490 days ago)

The road to recovery is an odd one, filled with obstacles and endless ways to amuse oneself.

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Written about Tuesday 2006-06-13
Written: (6497 days ago)

Oh Yeah!!



I ♥ me!!



To all of the doubters a huge thank you, you sparked my rebellious side, when I was in such a state, that instead I was pushing myself above and beyond in a class, of which I had no outside support with the exception of my professors and some friends.


and also

♥ A.F.I. ~ DecemberUnderground♥!!!! damn they fucking rule sooooo much!!


Then again, don't they always?
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