February 2012
2 posts
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poem? or something.
Hollow walls
My shout reverberates
Loudly, replacing silence
The once lively structure
Is a body with no heartbeat
Each empty room
Represents the hollow truth
Mathematical and cold, we follow
Blindly in chorus, accepting
Of the written word
One man’s answer
Became all our truth
Stray from the crowd
A fool, you’ve made
So unimportant, you claim
The memorization of
My...
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little sad
i’m a novelty.
oh look, at my little frown. what’s wrong?
write it down. sing it for us. what’s got you down, baby?
what’s it this time?
i got you.
oh look, at my little cry. my little fall. my little harm.
i got you.
oh look, at my little hurt. my little despair. my little nothing.
paint us a picture, call it your art.
you’re so talented. you’re...
January 2012
11 posts
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How Submitting To Reddit Works:
There are two ways that Reddit works when it comes to submitting anything. They are as follows:
Submit a link to something you want people see/you are genuinely interested in/you think is funny/ etc. etc. RESULT: Everyone ignores your link. You get nowhere.
Submit a link on a whim while hanging out with a friend or significant other, looking for a comment or two. RESULT: Over 200 comments and...
Anonymous asked: Not a question -- just a comment to say that you're really creating art here. It's great.
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diary two
“Can you draw me a picture of how you feel right now?” the therapist asked me.
“Yes.” I replied.
I was seventeen years old, sitting at a table, drawing my feelings on a piece of paper using colored pencils. The therapist watched me carefully, noting the colors that I used, as if it were telling. Was it?
I was finished in a matter of seconds. The therapist leaned...
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One From The Archives: Cold Dead (high school...
I am sitting here. I am here, but I am somewhere else. My mind is trying to move but I won’t let it, which makes me quite disorientated. Could this be caused by my complete exhaustion? I sit here and I must look like I am swaying back and forth, side to side, inches from falling off of my chair. But I am sitting still. My eyes can focus but I only see images of what is, everything loses...
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Sadness vs. Depression
My stomach hurts. My chest is heavy. These are symptoms of sadness. Not depression.
Depression is different than sadness. The former is eternal, the latter is temporary. Anyone who says depression can be temporary is wrong.
My sadness is a memory that doesn’t even belong to me. How inconvenient.
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Every time
Every time I think of you I get the pungent smell and taste of marijuana in the back of my throat and in my nose, as if you’re sitting across from me, hopelessly exhaling away from me, like you’re protecting me from something. I picture your face, unsatisfied. Your permanent scowl. I remember your voice, feminine and insensitive.
Every time I hang out with old friends from high...
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Strange Letters From A Friend
Recently I have received some very strange letters from a friend of mine. His name is Chris. He is from my hometown, and I have know him for a very long time. Here is a photo of him for reference:
He is the white one.
The letters are as follow. Nothing has been changed or edited.
Dear Colby,
Hey man, what’s up? How are you? I heard that studio bought your story and that they are...
And I spin in an endless cycle. Circling over and over again, trying to catch a glimpse of what my future holds. I’m upside down, I’m sideways. I spin faster and faster. Some words fall out and hit me in the head, everything gets faster. My limbs move more freely. I don’t feel human anymore. Instead I just feel my soul, desperately clinging. I spin one more time. I catch nothing...
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Real Conversations Had Through Omegle: A Stunning...
In this post I will attempt to get as much information as possible on the person. This includes: sex, location, relationship status, occupation, and reason for being online.
I will allow them to stay anonymous.
Conversation one:
You: Hey.
Stranger: Hey
You: How are you?
Stranger: How are you?
You: I’m good.
Disconnected.
Conversation one is a bust. The person never replied to my...