Monday, June 30
WooHoo!!!! Thursday is Annis's Birthday party ad Brent and I are invited. Brent's Birthday is friday and I get to watch fireworks with him and his family. My big man's gonna be a 16 year old, and one of my best friends will be 14.
And in other extremely exciting news:
I got a Dead Journal!!! Some totally cool person from the Goth Board gave me a code, and it's great cos I don't have to pay. I can upload pics, a super big plus compared to Blogger. Blogger is still 10x easier though...I'll be putting a link up soon, right now it's so new, I'm embarassed to show it, lol.
Mom is busy arranging for after school care for Kyle for September. Auditions for "The Seige of Room 304" are on the 2nd day of scool, Sept. 3rd. Callbacks are on the 5th, and we find out if we made it on the 8th. we only have a month, opening night is Oct. 9th! I must must must be a part of this, even if it's only crew. I have to get the required reading list of 3 books from Annis, who is getting it from e-mailing Mr. O. Gah I can't wait for Drama to start back up, Seem, Neese, Carly, and I will be the big bad 9th graders (o:
K, I hate to post something so depressing following all the happy shizzle, but I thought the quiz and poem were uber-interesting.
Cutting. Your depression can be found lingering on
the edge of a razor. An easilly hidden little
habbit that's often used as a subsitution for
crying. The blood is surprisingly hypnotic...
How do you deal with your depression?
brought to you by Quizilla
Day one
It doesn’t hurt.
So I go deeper,
I scratch it faster.
The pain doesn’t hurt,
It acually feels good.
Its like something has taken over me,
So I don’t feel it.
It’s addicting
Like drugs, but much, much worse.
I start a new scratch,
And I make it better than the last.
The little voice in my head says to do this one better,
Says to make it more permenant.
But my brain knows it’s wrong,
And my arm is feeling slight pain.
The voice says do another, and another,
So I do it.
It doesn’t hurt,
So I start on my other arm.
My brain tells me to stop it,
But I somehow want this pain.
I want to feel hurt,
And I want to feel, wrong.
One day they’ll understand,
Because they’ll be forced to.
They’ll know why I did this,
And they’ll wish they could of stoped me.
And I start yet another line,
Just a simple, straight line.
It’s so addicting,
I can’t stop.
I don’t feel the pain,
For the pain is not yet near enough.
So I hurt myself again.
((copyright Astarii Telcontar))
Off to work on Dead Journal...
And in other extremely exciting news:
I got a Dead Journal!!! Some totally cool person from the Goth Board gave me a code, and it's great cos I don't have to pay. I can upload pics, a super big plus compared to Blogger. Blogger is still 10x easier though...I'll be putting a link up soon, right now it's so new, I'm embarassed to show it, lol.
Mom is busy arranging for after school care for Kyle for September. Auditions for "The Seige of Room 304" are on the 2nd day of scool, Sept. 3rd. Callbacks are on the 5th, and we find out if we made it on the 8th. we only have a month, opening night is Oct. 9th! I must must must be a part of this, even if it's only crew. I have to get the required reading list of 3 books from Annis, who is getting it from e-mailing Mr. O. Gah I can't wait for Drama to start back up, Seem, Neese, Carly, and I will be the big bad 9th graders (o:
K, I hate to post something so depressing following all the happy shizzle, but I thought the quiz and poem were uber-interesting.
Cutting. Your depression can be found lingering on
the edge of a razor. An easilly hidden little
habbit that's often used as a subsitution for
crying. The blood is surprisingly hypnotic...
How do you deal with your depression?
brought to you by Quizilla
Day one
It doesn’t hurt.
So I go deeper,
I scratch it faster.
The pain doesn’t hurt,
It acually feels good.
Its like something has taken over me,
So I don’t feel it.
It’s addicting
Like drugs, but much, much worse.
I start a new scratch,
And I make it better than the last.
The little voice in my head says to do this one better,
Says to make it more permenant.
But my brain knows it’s wrong,
And my arm is feeling slight pain.
The voice says do another, and another,
So I do it.
It doesn’t hurt,
So I start on my other arm.
My brain tells me to stop it,
But I somehow want this pain.
I want to feel hurt,
And I want to feel, wrong.
One day they’ll understand,
Because they’ll be forced to.
They’ll know why I did this,
And they’ll wish they could of stoped me.
And I start yet another line,
Just a simple, straight line.
It’s so addicting,
I can’t stop.
I don’t feel the pain,
For the pain is not yet near enough.
So I hurt myself again.
((copyright Astarii Telcontar))
Off to work on Dead Journal...
# posted by Alyssa : 5:46 PM
