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                <title>Wow.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 06:34:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Reading all these messages and comments and, wow. <br /><br />Just to let you know i'm not dead.<br /><br />I also have a new account on dA.<br />You can find me there from now on.<br /><br /><a href="Http://helloashleeeee.deviantart.com">[link]</a><br /><br />I'm going to keep this account to remember my writings, and i'm also replying to EVERYBODY who's left messages (3,344!!!) to let you know I am still here. What you do with that, is up to you.<br /><br />Ive also read some comments on my deviations, and I in no way endorse people committing suicide, or want people saying they love me because of what I've written.<br /><br />It was 5 years ago and i've done a lot of growing up <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* leaving _</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2004 04:20:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ leaving deviantart.. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* nobodys home _</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2004 20:43:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Status: preoccupied<br />
<br />
I apologize for the lack of entries. It  has been awhile. I seem have the  inability to balance the important  things in my life, at the moment. All I  can say is that I can't wait until this  year is over. It will mean one of the  most difficult chapters of my life can  then be closed... ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* trust _</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2004 22:52:54 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ trust. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* yay _</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2004 23:57:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i got a new phone. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* happy b`day _</title>
                <link>http://unknownskank.deviantart.com/journal/2563393/</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2004 02:34:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ another year older. i don't feel the  difference. i don't see that much  difference, this year from last. it's  just a number right? am i any wiser  than i was a year ago? what have i  learnt. looking back it seems as though  i haven't learnt much, but i know that  i've changed a fair bit over the past  year. i see things differently and i  look at the world with a different  perspective. i can see my ever changing  self every day. each day something  changes. nothing stays the same.  sometimes i wish it did, and sometimes  i welcome the change. i just hope that  i've learnt a lot over the past year. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* mis2ing-naths _</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2004 23:48:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ is it finally ending? maybe, maybe not.  i guess my mind is still taking time to  process things that have gone through  my head a million times. perhaps its  time for me to wake up from my dream.  to face reality and to just move on. to  forget about everything. to walk out of  his life and not return, even though  that would tear me apart more than it  would him. but i guess after talking to  a few people, it might just be the best  thing to do. still, a part of me holds  on. and it won't let me let go. but i  can't let my heart rule my head. i've  got to get myself out of this situation  that i've put myself in. and perhaps in  the long run, it will all be better for  me. short term pain for long term  happiness. time passes so quickly these  days... but hopefully, it'll all be  over soon. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* the end _</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2004 02:40:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ And I dream about how it will all end.  Because it finally did.  And now we're  trying to pick up the shattered pieces.   But bloody hands twisted in the glass  don't help matters.  They only remind  me of the sharp sting, and the sweet  ache of agony. <br />
<br />
The crashing of my world before my  eyes.  The unspoken tears.  The hurt.   The pain.  The betrayl.  It came to  this.  It had to.  I knew it would.   And yet I did nothing to stop it.   Because I didn't want to. <br />
<br />
The blaring music through my headphones  as I sink into the pool of my own messy  blood.  And the only thing I can think  about is the hurt.  The numbing hurt,  and all the lies. <br />
<br />
Please, don't lie to me anymore.   Please, don't.  If you have to say  something, let it be the honest, brutal  truth. <br />
<br />
Don't hide from me.  I know you're  there.  I know what you're thinking. <br />
<br />
I'm forgetting how to take care of  myself again.  Not eatting and all.   Trying to stop that, but it's so hard.   Too hard.  Because after tonight, I  need control.  I need peace.  I need  solace.  I need something to fill the  ever-so quickly growing void inside.   Something to make it all go away.  <br />
<br />
But I don't even have *that* to cling  to anymore.  God, I feel so empty  inside.  So lost.  So alone.<br />
<br />
Float away and be nothing. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* burn _</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2004 16:56:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i don't know what's going on in my  head. i'm changing, and so are the  things around me. perhaps i'm not ready  for this change. i know that things are  constantly changing, but perhaps i'm  just realising now just how much things  are changing. can i deal with it?  vincent's changing, i'm changing,  others around me are changing. my  relationships between people have  changed. i'm just not feeling myself  anymore. -sighs- i just want to be able  to find peace of mind. some days i wish  that i could just get away from it all.  but i just can't seem to be able to  find that strength. i need time to grow  i suppose. but how long is that going  to take? and once i get used to these  changes, things will only change again.  still such a little girl in a big  world. i've still got much to learn and  i'm eager to learn it. i just don't  know... i've got things to figure out.  i've got an inner journey to take and i  guess i'd better start now. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* i`m done _</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2004 00:38:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm done. I'm done being perfect. I'm  done being your little perfect angel.  I'll do whatever the fuck I please.  I'll do whatever the hell suits me. I'm  done of trying to conform to your  fucked up standards. I'm done of not  starving myself. And I don't care. I  don't care if it kills me, because  nothing can be worse than the pain that  I live with. Nothing can be worse than  the fear. And I need something to fill  the void. <br />
<br />
I can't even control my emotions  anymore. Fuck, I'll break down crying  and screaming for no reason at all. I'm  done. I'm done. I'm done. I don't care  anymore. Nothing can be worse than  this. And I don't care. I'm in a bit of  a dangerous mood. Want to take a knife  to myself and slice my arm up just to  see if I'll bleed. Want to burn. Get a  lighter and just burn away at my ugly,  fat body. Because I don't give a damn.  I want to burn. Light myself on fire  out in the garage with all the gasoline  stored up in there. I  need something  to take away this pain inside. Christ,  I'm sorry. It's not like I'm going to  *do* anything, and besides, I already  had my splurge for the night. Rubbed my  skin raw. As usual. But I want to  purge. Christ, do I want to purge. Get  all of the gross, disgusting food out  of me. Sick. That's all I am. Is sick.  And twisted. And a little fuck up. Fuck  being perfect. <br />
<br />
Rape my soul.<br />
I'm already dead inside. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* sighs _</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2004 02:19:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ *sighs* not much to say. was a total  mess today. <br />
<br />
i don't know what to do. also broke  down last night crying. for no reason  at all really. well no, there's always  that unspeakable reason. that always  remains unspoken. somehow this is my  fault. i've brought this shame and  guilt upon myself. somehow i got what i  deserve. god damn it. i hate this. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* ahhh _</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2004 04:43:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i remember now why i loved to read  books. they take me to a different  world. to a different place in time.  and for a moment, they allow me to  forget my life. is that the reason why  i read? i really don't know. whilst  reading, its as if the world i'm in  ceases to exist. i'm in another time,  another era, a whole different country.  ahhh... reading is like escaping into  another place. and it all ends with the  turning of the final page. the majority  of the time i wish the stories wouldn't  end. that way i wouldn't have to pull  myself back into reality. oh well.  maybe one day, i'll be part of someone  else's story book.. one day.. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* i hate this _</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2004 23:16:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ shaking. in a corner. huddled up into a  little ball. trying not to let out a  scream. please. leave me. 'rape' is  just another word for surprising sex. i  hate you. i hate you i hate you i hate  you. god. god damn it all. i hate this.  i hate living like this. i hate taking  those little tiny pills that are now my  sanity. i hate how they make me feel  and what they do to me. they make me..<br />
down.<br />
numb.<br />
quiet.<br />
nothing.<br />
<br />
fuck, maybe that's what i am. absolutly  fucking nothing. because no one can put  me back together.<br />
<br />
except maybe myself.<br />
<br />
but i've forgotten how to even do that.  i don't even know how to do *that*  anymore. i don't know anything.<br />
except;<br />
<br />
fear.<br />
hate.<br />
betrayl.<br />
loss.<br />
so much loss, of so many things.<br />
<br />
i want to forget who i am and leave  this fucked up world. *sighs* if only  it where that simple..<br />
<br />
and the melody plays on..<br />
thirteen little broken hearts,<br />
splattered on the floor,<br />
ripped out of your chest,<br />
innocence betrayed. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* rip _</title>
                <link>http://unknownskank.deviantart.com/journal/2403323/</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 22:47:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ mr biscuit's gone.. =`( ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* reasons _</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2004 04:04:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm a very emotional person and my  talent is transferring my emotions on  to paper. It's something I can just do.  People may be in disbelief that I wrote  it but I did.<br />
<br />
 you really shouldn't say that you're  going to do things if you really don't  plan to do them. i think i can say that  i'm finally over you. no longer is  talking to you my number one priority.  i don't see why i cared in the first  place. and as each day passes, the  friendship between us grows colder and  colder. i think that after i have  finished making the hearts and after  we've finished all our business, i'll  walk out of your life and be someone  you only ever talk to once in a while.  people constantly walk in and out of  your life. some stay for a short period  and some for quite a while. out time  together has been short but i have  learnt from it. it has reminded me that  i don't want to be with just anyone but  that i want to be with someone i know  well and someone i could see myself  staying with for a while. it's changed  my views on a few things and i believe  that it has allowed me to grow a bit.  well, i guess we'll just drift further  and further apart as the days go by,  but really, it's up to you what happens  between us. you can tell me what you  want to tell me and you can decide  whether to talk to me or not. take care. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* why dj _</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2004 04:11:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What drives a man to kill his own  children.. and then himself?<br />
<br />
What compels a person to attach  explosives to their body and then  detonate them?<br />
<br />
Why is pride so much more stronger than  the will to make peace?<br />
<br />
Why does a person hate?<br />
<br />
i miss you dj.. i'm sorry i never got  to say goodbye properly. we could of  helped you. but you pushed us all away. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* loosing you _</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 May 2004 21:26:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> visit ~<a href="http://redknight.deviantart.com/">RedKnight</a> & comment please~ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br />
<br />
i've barely spoken to you for a week. i  feel my feelings completely drain out  of me and detirioate. no longer am i  bound to you in any way. i still care  for you with the slightest interest...  but at the end of two months... i no  longer feel that strong attraction i  did so long ago. but i feel as though  i'm losing you.. you don't seem to be  that much of a part of my life any  longer... and i don't want want that to  happen. i still want you there..  because you  have that ability to make  me laugh at your stupidity. it's been a  pleasure to know you... and you've  brought some wonderful moments into my  life. i want to thank you for that.  i'll always care for you and i'll  always be willing to do that little  extra task for your benefit. but i can  say that the attraction is no longer  there, and i am deeply satisfied and  grateful for the friendship that we  have.<br />
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*<a href="http://sammigurl61190.deviantart.com/">sammigurl61190</a> sent me a note last  night saying that many deviantART  avatar's have been ripped and placed on  a site. me & other deviantART member's  have already written to the webmaster.  here are the link's to the avatar's:<br />
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<a href="http://www.geocities.com/alirebelo//avatars.htm">[page one]</a><br />
<a href="http://www.geocities.com/alirebelo//avatars1.htm">[page two]</a><br />
here is the form to contact the  webmaster: <a href="http://www.geocities.com/alirebelo//e-mail.htm">[link]</a><br />
<br />
here is the complete list of the people  who the avatars were taken: <br />
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                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* remember _</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2004 05:13:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "Fields Of Innocence" <br />
<br />
I still remember the world <br />
From the eyes of a child <br />
Slowly those feelings <br />
Were clouded by what I know now <br />
<br />
Where has my heart gone <br />
An uneven trade for the real world<br />
Oh I... <br />
I want to go back to <br />
Believing in everything and knowing  nothing at all <br />
<br />
I still remember the sun <br />
Always warm on my back <br />
Somehow it seems colder now <br />
<br />
Where has my heart gone <br />
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger <br />
Oh why... <br />
I want to go back to <br />
Believing in everything and knowing  nothing at all <br />
<br />
I don't know what else to say. Those  lyrics are exactly what I feel right  now. That and the fact that I'm angry  and upset at myself and at the world  around me and I'm sick of being here  and being useless and stupid and  worthless and a dirty slut and a whore.<br />
<br />
 I'm sick of the memories and the  feeling of his mouth and hands all over  me again, and me, just laying there,  doing nothing. Fuck, how could I have  been so *stupid* as to not do anything?  Christ, I'm pathetic. I deserved it. I  deserved all of it. I deserve to live  with the pain and the guilt and shame  and nightmares and panic attacks and  fear. I deserve it all. Because I was  weak and stupid. Because I was just  that damn stupid. WHORE. God, that's  pounding through my mind. That's the  only thought pounding through my fucked  up head. And I hate this. <br />
<br />
I hate it all. I want to cut it all  out. Bleed it all out. Bleed red blood  everywhere. The I'll be pure and safe.  And free. Free at last. Finally free. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* s2 ashlea _</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2004 00:51:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i don't know what's going on in my head  at the moment. one minute everything's  going all fine and the next minute i'm  deep in thought about something. i'm  not sure what it all is but i know that  i've got things i need to figure out,  but then again, who doesn't? i feel as  if i've been cut off to the rest of the  world. there are times when i just  don't seem to communicate with anyone  else much at all. i feel as if i'm  losing touch with what's outside that  lil door of mine. aiyahs. i don't know  lar. someone please help me out with  wat's goin on. i'm just all losted and  confused. all i know are my books and  my dreams. i keep having all these  strange dreams that depict bits and  pieces of my life. it scares me! ahh  well.. i guess i'll learn to forget  about it. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>* negativity_</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 05 May 2004 03:36:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ blah blah blah i feel bruised.<br />
<br />
blah blah why don't ____ just say yes?<br />
<br />
blah blah blah why isn't ________  talking to me?<br />
<br />
blah blah blah why do they have to  ________ on me, when they know i'm not  _______ .<br />
<br />
blah blah blah 'tis gay. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>AGR!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 01 May 2004 02:13:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Everything just keeps getting worse. &  I'm feeling so alone right now, its  frightening. Sorry, everyone, for me  being such a wreck recently - but I  really just can't deal with all this  right now. GOD DAMMIT.<br />
<br />
never mind. i'm done. i dont feel the  need to write much more in this useless  entry for this useless journal and so  on.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
» 10 reasons why its bad to love  someone who loves someone else..<br />
> when your thinking about him.. his  thinking about her<br />
> when you smile about him.. his smiling  about her<br />
> when he calls you.. his waiting for  her to call<br />
> when you dream about him.. he dreams  about her<br />
> when you tell all your friends about  him.. he tells his friends about her<br />
> when you cry because you cant have  him.. he cries because he cant have her<br />
> when you thank god you found him.. his  thanking god he found her<br />
> when your wishing and hoping he will  love you.. his wishing and hoping she  will  love him<br />
> when you talk to him about your  lovelife, and talk subtly about him, he  is talking not so subtly about her<br />
> when he finally gets her and tells you  about it, sounding so happy.. you want  to cry.. but you cant.. because you  have to be happy for him. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>lol.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2004 00:51:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What is my fucking problem? People are  trying to help me, and Im just pushing  them away.<br />
<br />
Im losing everything and everyone,  because Im too stupid and selfish to  make any effort.<br />
<br />
Its just so hard at the moment. Its  like Im banging my head against a  brick wall, and trying to wade through  treacle, and Im just getting nowhere.<br />
<br />
Im trying to resist temptation, but  its so hard. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>stupid school~</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2004 01:52:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I would give anything to be able to run  into a corner and cry my eyes out right  now but no, I cant.<br />
Because everyone is always watching and  judging and because I'm supposed to be  the one who always jokes around the  girl who get's straight A's and the one  who gives out advice to other people  when they have moments like these.<br />
I'm sick of being strong and I'm tired  of pretending not to care about  everything and anything for its about  as far from the truth as can be. I feel  completely alone right now and it  scares me. Its like I don't know who to  be or what the world is asking of me  and if I take a look around at everyone  else I cant help feeling like a total  intruder<br />
because I have no bestfriend here, who  would call me up after a day like this  and somehow find a way to make me crack  up even if I never even wanted to laugh  in the first place. I feel like any  friend I've made here probably doesnt  really like me much anyway or something  like that because I'm just "that girl"  or apparently, as I was notified about  today I'm the subject of conversations  like "I fucking hate her. She's a  fucking freak" I dont know what I'm  doing wrong because all I wanted to do  from the very beginning was be my  motherfucking self but apparently  everyone thinks I'm just a stupid poser  even those people that don't know me.  Oh, I dont know. I fucking hate the  scene. I hate the stereotypes. All I  want to do is be myself and listen to  the music that is more beautiful than  anything. & I hate how hard thats  turning out to be. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>as2n..</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Apr 2004 02:05:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I welcome death. I won't miss anyone  because I'll be dead, how can you miss  people when you no longer exist? You'd  feel nothing. Be nothing. Everything  about you is gone... I think if I died  now it would upset some people but... I  guess when you die it affects a lot of  people. So many people can pay  attention to you just because you're  dead, even though they didn't care  about you one bit when you were alive.  They'll say to family or friends "I'm  so sorry..." but they didn't know you  at all. I don't want to wait in fear  for death, never knowing when it'll  come, I just want to welcome it. I  don't want to die in an addicent, or by  a disease, and I don't want to die by  old age. And they say when you're down  you should think back to all the good  times you've had but what if all those  "good times" were just that, and no  more meaningul than that? What if those  times were when you were just trying to  live, trying to get by? I feel my life  is unimportant. I know people will tell  me to shut up, that I'm important to  them. Well... they might care about me,  and I care about them, but I don't want  them to care about me. I guess I want  to be unloved and uncared for...I want  to be alone. That won't hurt me. What  hurts me is having people. <br />
<br />
I hurt all the time, worrying like hell  about what happens to people. I think  about going back to school and I'd  definately welcome death before then.  I'm afraid of school. It's not because  I can't be bothered getting up early,  not because I don't like the people  there, not because of the teachers,  none of that. It's just I can't handle  all the pressure. I have so much art  stuff to do before I go back, yet I  have no idea what I'm doing. I want to  stay home forever, I don't CARE about  my education. I want to drop out of  school. It seems pointless to me,  learning all this. I've been getting  education for all these years and if  I'm going to kill myself then what's  the point? Why did I waste all that  time?<br />
<br />
So I don't want to go to school, and I  don't want to have fun with friends,  what would I do stay in by myself? That  would be what I wanted. To be alone. I  want to be FORGOTTEN. Forget about me  while you're out, I'll slowly become  forgotten and then I'll die and you'll  remember. And I can't feel bad about it  because I'd be dead. Every single thing  I do I do in fear, if I think something  I'm scared to say it because in the  group of friends it'll hurt one of  them.<br />
<br />
But I can't help what I think...<br />
I know how easy it'd be for me to kill  myself. I have a plan in my head. Even  though I want to live, I do want to  kill myself... I just don't know when.  I used to think "I wish I could kill  myself now but I want to live to see  this happening..." there'd always be  something holding me back. I wanted to  see what certain things felt like or I  just want to do things, sometimes it's  even things like just a day that's been  arranged with friends, but now I've run  out of those things keeping me back. If  I planned on killing myself tomorrow  night, I'd have no regrets. Right now I  don't care. I care about people, but I  don't care about my life. I've spent  too long caring about what happens to  everyone else. All I ever care about is  my friends and I want to make all them  happy at once but it never works and  I'm giving up!<br />
<br />
I guess it explains why I want to die -  it's not that I really want to DIE it's  just... I don't want to live. ]]></description>
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                <title>i'm numb.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2004 01:08:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i had someone tell me last night that a  lot of people have it a lot worse and i  should just deal with what happened and  not let it control my life. that i  should just get over the fact that i  was sexually abused. and that so many  people have it so much worse. god damn  it. it really upset me. i wanted to ask  him what right he had to tell me what  to feel and think. but i didnt. i just  sat there staring thinking 'my god, how  the fuck can he say that to me?' i dont  get it. i hate it when people shatter  my trust in them. i don't know who i  can trust anymore. everyone and  everything seems to betray me. i have  no faith in people. i'll admit it. i  don't like the world or the people in  it. i don't trust them. they're all out  to get me.<br />
<br />
maybe what happened to me isn't that  bad. or hell, maybe I'm just making it  all up in my head. maybe i'm just  imagining things. maybe it never really  happened...maybe i'm just that fucked  up... god, i don't know anymore. i  don't have my head on straight and i  wake up in a daze and mad panic not  knowing where i am. i got a total of 4  hours of sleep last night i think. i  wish that i could turn a part of you  off and get a half decent's night sleep  for once. as usual, i woke up in a mad  panic. no memories of nightmares,  but....-shrugs- nothing out of the  ordinary i suppose. i  also wish i  could stop making me dislike myself and  hate myself. i wish i could make myself  realize that i'm perfectly fine the way  i am and that i wouldn't feel the need  to hurt myself so badly. i hate how  much i hate myself. i wish that i could  pretend this never happened. or make it  go away. because i'm really getting  sick of feeling so....numb.<br />
<br />
i don't know what to say.<br />
<br />
maybe this guy is right.maybe i should  just get over this. a lot of other  people fucking have it worse, right?   -shrugs- i don't know what to do  anymore. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>do you feel empty?</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Apr 2004 02:36:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ there is this huge chunk missing from  me. no idea what it is.<br />
<br />
do you feel empty? 'cause I do... ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>I love dory &lt;3~</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2004 00:16:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ mY Poem.. [= <br />
<br />
Take the mirror down from the wall,<br />
Look into it slowly,<br />
Horrified at what i see,<br />
I scream, it shatters.<br />
Glass on the floor,<br />
I step on top of it,<br />
I dont even feel pain,<br />
I walk, blood runs.<br />
Dark red foot prints,<br />
Shadows begin to crawl,<br />
I slid down slowly,<br />
I breath, room spins. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>journal entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2004 20:07:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm not worried about what other people  say. I'm just going to be myself. I'm  not going to try to pretend I'm someone  else. I'm not a bad person. I like to  have fun and I like to be myself.  Hopefully, people will see that.. i  won't change anything because I think  the most important thing is being  yourself and that's what I'm going to  continue to do.. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>what have i become.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2004 01:09:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ not much to say. nightmares. lots of  them. ill wake up screaming only to  realize that hes only in my mind. god.  im sick of this. i dont know how to  deal. i feel like im going insane. or  maybe ive already gone insane and im  just too afraid to admit it to myself. <br />
either way ive had my innocence  stripped from me.<br />
<br />
//edit;;<br />
i never realized how much effort  talking took until today. i dont know  how to describe what im feeling.  general anxiety i suppose. paranoia.  and a pounding headache and wanting to  throw up everything in my stomach. the  fact that i had a rough therapy session  doesnt help matters.<br />
<br />
//edit;;<br />
i deleted bout 100 deviations >;D ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>The big question.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 2004 20:00:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Would you agree that our friends are  the ones that shape us into the human  beings that we are today? Imagine if  you had never met her/him. What kind of  person would you be? Some complete  stranger to the person that you have  become?<br />
<br />
so its really nice outside, yet i am  sitting inside on the computer. i think  im going to take a walk, maybe go to  the park or something,  just get out of  the house & have fun on this pretty day. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>that girl.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2004 16:03:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ theres nothing inside her, she's weak &  she's tired of feeling like this.<br />
& even though nobody's looking she's  falling apart.. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>Thank y0u ~</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2004 04:20:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "It may seem that I don't know what  goes on and that I don't appreciate  you.. But I do.. I really DO!"<br />
<br />
Before I quit this corny mood and shit  myself for being such a corny drag here  goes *breathes*<br />
<br />
Thank you all for being my friends. I  know i'm not the very "appreciative  type" I'm more of the i dont give a  jack time unless it includes me. You  all truely are my freinds and after so  long you're still around even though we  still don't hang around each other.  You're still. My friends. Thank you so  much I don't know how many times a  person can say thank you but thanks  again! >____< I read linda's last note  and it made me cry, because i never  knew.. i was appreciated too... i of  all people should know how easy it is  to lose someone .. so fast... so thank  you all again. You think your efforts  all go unknown towards me but i do  notice. and i do care and i do know.  But it always saddens me to think that  i dont have friends at times... i hate  misjudging you all and for that i'm  truely sorry. your spirits are always  with me and when your presence is not  near.. i may not shout out to the world  that you're not there.. but i do  notice. i never seem to act  appreciative towards you's. always  saracastic and harsh and funny and all.  but never serious. but then again when  im serious i can be a harsh cold bitch. > _______________< ~~~ im so very happy  that you're all here.. with me.... my  close friends.... listening to me when  i need you... talking to me .. smiling  for me.... and making me laugh all the  time... thank you all  SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO VERY VERY VERY  VERY MUCH!<br />
<br />
much love, xOx ashleaAa ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>&lt;3 Ashlea..!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2004 00:10:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ its math time kiddies.<br />
ready? you better be, or else.<br />
<br />
headache + tired + is cold + coughing +  scratchy throat = AHHHHH!!!!<br />
            ;_that is what i feel right  about now. ICK.<br />
<br />
im coming to sleep in your bed.. ]]></description>
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                <title>thanks for the comments guys but:</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2004 19:13:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ [its all over now; why you, you walked  away. why you, you said that i dont  wanna work it out, you know that i've  tried i think sometimes we're just  wasting time]<br />
<br />
if i'm so beautiful &amazing..<br />
why aren't i happier?<br />
why can't he see it?<br />
why don't i feel it?<br />
why do i get so envious of true beauty & amazingness?<br />
why can't i feel good about myself? <br />
<br />
just once, i'd like to know what it  feels like to have confidence.<br />
just once, i'd like to have the guy,  who all the girls drool over.<br />
just once, i'd like to find my talent & do something with it.<br />
just once, i'd like to say everything  thats on my mind.<br />
just once, i'd like to be able to  understand myself.<br />
<br />
well i had the first of many counseling  meetings today. it wasnt so bad, it was  a lot easier than i expected. i guess  it's a good thing that i can talk about  it, to complete strangers. but there  are still some things that dont even  have words to describe them. i guess if  i just keep talking it'll all  eventually make sense. people actually  get paid to listen to me talk? wow what  a job. oh &get this. the first thing out  of her mouth.. "you look, really..sad."  wow, are you sure you're not psycic.<br />
<br />
</3<br />
<br />
i wont cross these streets until you  hold my hand ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>_ ____ ____..</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2004 19:22:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ uncertainty surrounds me. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>silent suicide..</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2004 02:21:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Heard a story from my friend... His  sister apparently made an attempt to  commit suicide by taking 72 Panadols  after her boyf broke up with her on the  weekend. I thought it was strange that  he made the comment of  'If she wanted  to commit suicide, she should've taken  rat poison or something'... but i guess  that came from the fact that he didn't  pity her at all for what she did,  rather, he was more disappointed. But i  pity her. Not just her, but for all  them people out there who think that  their world's fallen onto their  shoulders after a relationship  downfall. Maybe I can't justify that  because I've never experienced  something so severe after a  relationship breakup. <br />
They say she could've died in three  days after taking all those tablets,  but she gets put on a drip of some sort  to neutralise the medication in her  system. Anyway, the wild card comes out  when the doctors do all the tests on  her- family finds out she's pregnant.  She admits that had she known she was  pregnant, she would've never done what  she did.<br />
But its crazy, sounds like a soap drama  doesn't it?<br />
Gee, if a guy broke up with me, I'd  dismiss it after a few weeks and move  along. I'd like to think that i have  more dignity and self respect than to  dwell on a loser that thinks he's too  good for me. But it just depends on the  victim I guess? ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>j0urnal..</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Mar 2004 00:20:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i am to 'grow up' and stop complaining. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>'cause i'm just a kid.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2004 02:51:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i'll just go sook in my little own  corner. <br />
<br />
'cause i'm just a kid.<br />
<br />
i am immature. i should get over  myself.<br />
<br />
just because i don't get what i want i  turn the other way, and when it is  convenient for me, i come running back.<br />
<br />
that pisses you off hard.<br />
<br />
okay. i'll just go to my corner now. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>serenity now..</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2004 14:20:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ - failed my maths test. have to redeem  myself by REDOING my exercises and  answering questions.<br />
<br />
- had heaps of fun with my shopping  buddy  CARLA! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /> we went shopping for  like 5 hours straight on friday... lol.  SO much fun ^^ we find the best  bargains!<br />
<br />
- mum and dad cut at me, i did not tell  them i was staying out later yesterday.  my mum called me a stupid, dumb, good  for nothing, idiotic, inconsiderate  slut. etc etc.<br />
<br />
- i have a feeling my mum is going to  complain to my cousin, crying, about  her horrible kids and how all her  children have gone wrong except one, my  sister.<br />
<br />
- my cousin will call me, and yet again  give me a lecture me about how i don't  consider other people before myself,  say i'm selfish and etc. the phonecall  will end up with one person very angry  and the other in tears. i wonder which  one i will be?<br />
<br />
serenity now....<br />
<br />
Ashlea. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>watch everyone leave me now.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2004 22:44:11 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ relived all the hate and fear and pain.  <br />
<br />
stupid whore.  i cant believe what i  make myself live through.<br />
not that it matters.<br />
<br />
im pathetic.  a stupid little fuck up.   cant trust anyone.  a clingly little  bitch.<br />
watch everyone leave me now. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>x_O</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2004 01:18:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ is it possible to fall out of love with  a person? to just lose feelings for  someone you thought you loved for so  long? or is there no such thing as  falling out of love because when you  really truly love someone the feelings  never die?<br />
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edit ; <br />
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i think it's possible to 'fall out of  love' or maybe even perhaps just lose  feelings for someone you've loved for  so long... but whenever you look back  to it you can always say that you loved  that person and a part of them will  always be with you, as the time you  spent with them shaped who you are...  like tiny droplets of water creating  ripples and bouncing off one another.  but then you could look at it as, no  you can never fall out of love if you  truly love them, but you can move on  from those feelings, whoever said that  you can't love more than one person ?  we have so much time in our lifetime  that i think we're meant to love many  different people... experience love in  all its variations. <br />
<br />
so i bet you're thinking; 'okay now get  to the point' sooo... *thinks*...<br />
<br />
if you ever truly love someone, you  will always love that person, but it  doesn't mean you have to be with that  person... if that makes sense.<br />
<br />
s2 Ashlea.. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=D" title="=D (Big Grin)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>*/ the ugly duckling survives!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2004 23:05:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ the oh so not lucky ducky fell in the  oh so deep pond and drowned to a  miserable death.<br />
<br />
*/ the ugly duckling survives!.... ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>flying? no.. not quite yet.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2004 15:22:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i feel so gay.<br />
<br />
*<br />
I've been pushed down so many times<br />
I feel this time will be the last<br />
as I lay here fading<br />
my thoughts are invaded by memories of  my past<br />
I feel the pressures of shame and  rejection building<br />
as I lay here on the floor<br />
I have no strength to get up<br />
I'm not worth it any more<br />
*<br />
<br />
i am not the same<br />
her voice speaks<br />
distant soundless echoes<br />
absorbed into the darkened<br />
so much pain<br />
she's addicted<br />
wanting to feel that hollow emptiness  once again ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>agrr..</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Mar 2004 21:15:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ m sorry that i can't be the person you  want me to be. i'm sorry that i'm not  perfect enough for you and all your  little friends.. i'm sorry that i'm not  pretty enough or that i'm not "cool"  enough.. but i know one thing.. i am a  good friend and though i may not seem  important to you at this moment.. i'll  still be here.. just like your old  stuffed toy giraffe that you've  neglected for years, it's all dusty now  and no one wants to play with it.. even  though i'm not your most favorite or  important person right now.. i'll still  be here.. though i am being neglected  .. though you don't know.. i'll still  be here.. the unknown stuffed toy left  on the shelf to be dusted on with no  one to play with.. still here.. waiting  .. <br />
<br />
it's funny how i feel like a stuffed  toy.. lols ! one of those cute little  small ones.. that all kids love for  lets say.. a few months.. then after  they've played with it and something  new's come.. they leave it alone..  funny isn't it? =] ashlea the pet  giraffe!<br />
<br />
me & nathan had a fight today.. i hope  he doesnt hate me still *sighs* i just  wanna work things out and i hate taking  sides!<br />
<br />
*| s2 ashleahs .. ]]></description>
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                <title>" And Tomorrow "</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2004 21:26:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so.. my dad hit me directly in the  mouth this morning. my lip is even MORE  swollen and bleeding, on and off,  whenever it feels like it.<br />
i've never come to school looking this  shitty, and no-one even notices a  difference. coach was searching for me  so he can yell at me for turning  nothing in. haven't eaten in too damn  long, shaking like i have parkinsons. i  can barely breathe without crying like  a five year old girl. <br />
<br />
This Is Your Life.. Are You Who You  Want To Be??<br />
<br />
if you could go [anywhere] right now<br />
where would you go?<br />
and would you miss me when you get  there?<br />
please dont let me go .f.a.l.l.i.n.g.  from the sky<br />
if you only could be right here by my  side<br />
home wouldnt seem so f a r from here...<br />
<br />
+its funny how listening to an old cd  brings back so many memories.. *sighs*  is there a way to make things better  again??<br />
*if i had only one wish.... i'd wish  for... <br />
*| s2 ashleahs ..<br />
<br />
edit;; <br />
Today is filled with anger, fueled with  hidden hate<br />
Scared of being outkast, afraid of  common fate<br />
Today is built on tragedies which no  one want's to face<br />
Nightmares to humanity and morally  disgraced<br />
Tonight is filled with Rage, violence  in the air<br />
Children bred with ruthlessness cause  no one at home cares<br />
Tonight I lay my head down but the  pressure never stops,<br />
knowing that my sanity content when I'm  dropped<br />
But tomorrow I see change, a chance to  build a new,<br />
build on spirit intent of heart and  ideas based on truth.<br />
Tomorrow I wake with second wind and  strong because of pride<br />
I know I fought with all my heart to  keep the dream alive<br />
                                                                  -Tupac Shakur ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>.g'bye.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2004 21:38:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ -sighs- now im trying to get a weeks  worth of homework done today. arent i  special. my moms bitching at me for not  listening to her. like i give a fuck.  why cant she just let me be my own  person. i dont understand. she doesnt  even take a second glance at me. its  always about her. everything is always  about her. damn it. i need to move out.   -sighs- i just dont understand how  someone can be selfcentered and only  see things from their point of view. i  should get working.  but i dont want  to.  ugh.  i have no energy.   -grumbles-  im sick of trying to work  and not getting anything done.  <br />
<br />
.g'bye. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>you deserve more than my LIFE</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2004 18:12:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ crystal clear, i see the rose is frail<br />
                                           the [thorns] hide easily in its  beauty<br />
                                                  as i go to grasp it in my hand<br />
                                     my  [heart] is torn .b.e.a.t.i.n.g. from my  chest<br />
<br />
when i wake from this dream will you  still be here?<br />
will your smile open my heart and leave  me transparent?<br />
<br />
                                                                                     [[take what is yours]]<br />
                                                                   [[you.deserve.::more::.than.my.LIFE]]<br />
<br />
+so i talked to mike last night for  maybe an hour(?) and ive realized how  much i honestly have fucked up my life.  yesterday and last night i just layed  in the dark, not sleeping, just laying  there staring at nothing. i dont want  to sleep. all i have are nightmares. i  find dont want to be around people, i  just want to sit alone in a corner of  my room in the pitch black, allowing  the darkness to surround me. how did i  let myself get to this point? things  used to be so good.<br />
...<br />
<br />
                              --->> sometimes i felt so souless i couldnt  even look at [me]<br />
<br />
when you wake up, you will find  .b.l.o.o.d. stains on my pillow<br />
tear stains on my face, and an [empty]  soul to take my place<br />
gone [[forever]] i will be, nothing  remaining but a bloody knife<br />
you may wonder what could have gone so  wrong in my life<br />
and my only answer would be  [[e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g]]<br />
<br />
                                                                                               .....i.wish.i.could.just.die.... ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>-nightmares-</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2004 01:10:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so yes. more nightmares last night. of  him ontop of me, sliding off my pants,  and raping me. fun night. disassociated  all day. havent been here in my body.  its too hard to explain. if youve  experienced it youll know what i mean.  -shrugs- and now i really dont want to  go to bed. ill probably be up most of  the night tonight. im not really tired  anyways. <br />
<br />
even if i was id still stay up most of  the night replaying the memories that  never go away. <br />
<br />
g'night<br />
<br />
/ edit;;<br />
Don't tell me to see the bright side of  things..    I enjoy my solitary  darkness..    Alone.. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>*\ i hate you =D</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2004 14:08:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ im not sure anymore. i really dont. im  falling. and dying. and i cant live  with this pain. i cant live feeling  like this. this gaping ache inside. the  flashbacks are too much to handle. too  many memories. too much raw emotion.  not enough of anyone caring. no one  giving a shit. -laughs softly- i  suppose thats how it will be. me in  pain and no one noticing or giving a  shit. well im used of it so it doesnt  really matter too much. -sighs- i dont  know what to do anymore.  ive been  disasociating so much laely.<br />
<br />
i want to die.  i want to slice the  memories out of my head.<br />
<br />
i cant stand to live like this anymore.   i cant stand the pain inside.  i dont  even know how to describe it.<br />
<br />
i want to bleed all over the floor.<br />
i want to get all the pain it.<br />
but its pointless.<br />
<br />
when i lay in eternal bliss ill finally  be alive.<br />
<br />
+ i feel all sick again. anxiety  attack, maybe. my stomach is eating  itself. great. thank god the weekend is  coming up. im going to sleep, get fat,  and feel stoopid.<br />
+ i feel.. settled. i thought i'd feel  bad.. but i dont. kno why? cuz i dont  freakkin care!! bye bye losersssssss~  (i love my daddy).<br />
+ just cuz we talk doesnt mean we're  cool. <br />
maybe for lent.. i should've just given  up "people." that wouldnt have been  difficult at all.<br />
<br />
"All I ever wanted was you for me..<br />
Cuz that nigga who Im with dont give a  fuck about me"<br />
puhaha.. this song.. lols. maybe its  talkin to u babes... "soup" doesnt  give.. maybe its a sign to let go? why  didnt i see that earlierrrr! ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>warped&amp;twisted part two</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2004 21:16:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ */ she tricked us. she tricked us into  thinking she was all fine. once again  happy. she lied. look into her eyes.  feel her sadness. let it take you over.  don't let her suffer alone. no one  knows. i do. i understand. yet she  tricked me. i laughed along with her.  so sad. shes said good bye too many  times before. her heart is breaking in  front of me.<br />
<br />
i want to save her...<br />
<br />
judge not. see something deeper. look  beyond the surface. just because  someone, something seems to be like  another doesn't mean it is. i looked  into her eyes. i felt the sad sensation  take over me. my chest felt suffocated,  i felt weak, no longer strong, i felt  nothing like the smile she playing over  again throughout the day. no wonder why  she smiles so much. no wonder why  things seemed so perfect. buh why did  her eyes glisten like so? why did the  edges of her eyes seem to make her look  so old? much more mature? the creases  that showed that these eyes have not  had an easy ride... the false  pretentious copies she'd play each day.<br />
<br />
she needs us. she needs to feel loved.<br />
<br />
all too much. the pressure of being  young, the workload of school, the ins  and outs of going to 'get help'. the  constant false hopes of getting better.  <br />
<br />
she needs to be understood.<br />
<br />
she hurts herself to compensate for the  mistakes she feels she has made to  herself, ones who loved her, everybody.  she sacrifices so much, then repents.  it's a cycle. sacrifice, repent,  sacrifice, repent. morbid is the life  within itself. unnoticed. she is dying. ]]></description>
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                <title>warped&amp;twisted part one</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2004 21:17:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ lady speaker asked us today 'when was  the last time when you were really  content'or something like that... hrmm.  having short term happiness isn't  counted yeah? if it's all good then bad  then suddenly good then what is it?  does that mean i will never really find  my true stable happiness? what am i  seeking for? i will never get it?...<br />
<br />
my personality, how i react to things,  what i've grown up to be the person i  am... is too much embedded in me and i  can't help buh do what i do. feel what  i feel... call me weak buh  noooooo........ i am really strong...<br />
<br />
a defence mask maybe? nah. maybe that's  just an excuse. seems that i keep  saying it though... nooooooooo... i  wanna be...<br />
<br />
i can't pretend something i'm not,  please don't provoke me to do so...<br />
i can't be a certain standard, certain  person you want me to be, please don't  force me to change... just because i'm  not cool means you can make me cool!<br />
i can't always give you answers when  you ask me questions, when i say i  don't know, i really don't know. don't  take it any deeper, please don't get  angry when i can't give you any reasons  why.<br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=(" title="=( (Sad)" /><br />
<br />
dot dot dot<br />
<br />
i feel hopeless! i feel like crap. no  the scum that feeds on the fungus that  eats the crap!...  even lower. like  that tinea crap that grows under your  toenails or in warts *shudders* that's  just how bad it feels...<br />
<br />
you're supposed to turn to your close  friends... buh after that incident... i  don't want to anymore. i don't want to  burden people with my nonsense problems  i keep creating in my mind... i told  one of my friends the other day about  something really personal..  and i  thought that person would understand  buh instead they threw it back in my  face and started telling me off. blah  blah blah. made me feel worst than i  had started off with... other friends  said that i seemed 'problem-ed' or  someshit and i said i was fine and  shit... buh they said they could see  through me. yadayada and i said blah  blah i told somebody stuff and i don't  wanna tell anybody else 'cause i'd  probably piss them off and they kept  persisting for me to tell them 'cause  they were a good friend and stuff buh i  don't knowwwwwwwwwww............... i  don't want to burden anybody else....  it's not you! the person that is.<br />
<br />
i don't  knowwwwwwwwwwwww...................  life is good. it is and i know that!  just sooooooooooooo annoying sometimes.  don't know which way to turn, how to  approach things, the right words to  say, the proper way of life.... i know  things aren't meant to be perfect buh  it seems like i keep doing the wrong  things. honestly, i do! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=(" title="=( (Sad)" /><br />
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---<br />
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sus\e. tired&sleepii.. says:<br />
well dont feel like crap<br />
<br />
sus\e. tired&sleepii.. says:<br />
becauseeeee<br />
<br />
sus\e. tired&sleepii.. says:<br />
if you feel crap<br />
<br />
sus\e. tired&sleepii.. says:<br />
how can you feel good?<br />
<br />
· ashleehs » whatever.  says:<br />
*shrugs*<br />
<br />
sus\e. tired&sleepii.. says:<br />
theres no space left<br />
<br />
· ashleehs » whatever.  says:<br />
maybe i don't want to feel good when i  am feeling crap<br />
<br />
· ashleehs » whatever.  says:<br />
lol<br />
<br />
sus\e. tired&sleepii.. says:<br />
cos its taken by feeling crap<br />
<br />
<br />
hrmm! a very good theory by a very k0ol  person! OMG i just choked on my own  saliva.. ugh i'm sick! my nose is  runny. my eyes are itchy and watery. i  am extremely itchy. i feel paranoid. <br />
<br />
the whole world's staring. satisfy  them. i feel ughky. yadayadayada all i  do is complain... xangarr my sh0ulder  to lean on... drowning in this dreary  world... even these happy boppy  'ooh  life is so great, love makes the world  go round' songs are pissing me off  atm... blehks. i love people who  understand me, too bad there are only a  few... and even they have trouble with  handling me. i'm one of those crazy  mental patients that need to be put  into them stray jackets and cushiony  rooms. GRARR i'll bite all of you. i'll  bite till you bleed. i'll bite till i  can taste that bitter metally yummy  taste of blood. h0h0h0.. *licks lips* <br />
<br />
A NEW DAY.  another chance of 24 hours  to make you change your views on life..  <br />
<br />
<br />
with love...<br />
             Ashlea xox<br />
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edit;; [ hehe ashlea is cool ] ]]></description>
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                <title>warped and twisted</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2004 23:38:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ red2 Â¬_Â¬ you are not a beautiful and  unique snowflake. you are the same  decaying organic matter as everything  else... says:<br />
<br />
haha! that nick is so damn grouse.<br />
<br />
okay. today was a really good day.  'cept i feel so shit atm. don't know  why. i think it takes me 12-24 hours to  register in my head just what is making  me think/worry/blah a lot.nheh. i guess  i will have to wait for tomorrow...<br />
<br />
i want my hair to be straight  foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrr! damn dead  straight hair people >,<. so sucky. so so  sucky. bleh. nheh. pssh.<br />
<br />
i feel like chopping off someone's long  beautiful hair. h0h0h0!<br />
<br />
SO SPITEFUL!<br />
<br />
today was weird... i was talking to a  friend of mine in class and we were  discussing religion... buh she didn't  want to talke about it because she said  it always wrecks her day... and i told  her to overcome her fears buh she  didn't wanna hear of it.. i kept  persisting buh then she really didn't  want to and it was just awkwardy silent  for a bit.... hrmm... ! religion is a  touchy subject <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> it gets everyone all  mad an angry lol. damn j00 verld.<br />
<br />
h0h0h0......... aiyh...........<br />
<br />
a very nonchalant, numb ashlea ]]></description>
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                <title>s i g h . .</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2004 20:59:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A friend once told me, that he  believed, for every moment, and every  feeling a person has throughout life,  there is a song out there to suit. It  was a pleasant thought, though i never  gave much thought to it, as it occurred  in our many general day to day  conversations, and was soon forgotten. <br />
<br />
though, after such an 'eventful' night,  i began to ponder and search for a song  that would best compliment my mood,  thoughts and feelings, and ofcourse,  the 'moment'or event shall we call it.  I came through with quite a few..  though none of them were a 'perfect'  fit. i gave up eventually, songless and  unsatisfied. i'll just say that you  cannot search for that perfect 'match'.  the perfect match will find a way to  you, i suppose ? <br />
<br />
Even so, it really does not matter  whether there is a song to suit what  i'm feeling or not. quite frankly, i  don't care. I'm just glad that this  entire 'mishap' shall we call it, has  come to a conclusion. a conclusion that  is for the benefit of the both of us. i  hope..<br />
<br />
i guess it has always been there from  the start.. from the very beggining we  could both see what would ruin us both.  and no doubt, through all this time, we  had confronted it when it began to  emerge, alleviated it when the problem  was at its worse, and time after time,  we'd come through. together. Though,  this time, it was different. I could  feel it stirring inside of me, i could  sense the inevitable.. and it cut  through me, like a sharp cold blade,  piercing through my comfort zone.<br />
<br />
It was there from the start. We both  saw it, we both knew it. Though, he was  better at seeing it as a fact than  myself.. I hid from it, running away  from it at times.. I told myself that  it can, and will work. He told me, he  warned me. But still, we both continued  to remain in the cyclic, the same beat,  flowing with the same rhythm. <br />
<br />
We were holding onto something almost  invisable. <br />
<br />
There were choices, and we chose to  stay. Though, those choices were more  of an option for me than him.. and in  the end, it was my call every time.. <br />
<br />
Promises are made to be broken i  suppose.. but it gets difficult when it  is the same promise being broken, then  promised, then broken over and over  again.. A person can only withstand for  so long before becoming frustrated by  it all. And i have over peaked  'frustration' . I'm so tired i can  barely see clearly,to observe. let  alone think it over, as he suggested me  doing. I'm just.. simply not bothered  anymore.. that's probably no where near  a good enough excuse.. But honestly, i  can't keep doing this.. it has to  either move on from it, or just end.  simple as that. <br />
<br />
I'm being selfish. i know. but it's  reached the point where i couldn't care  less. and if this is the simplest way,  then so be it. <br />
<br />
Every beggining has an end.. <br />
but wouldn't it be so much more  pleasant if both beggining and ends  were just as blissful ? I suppose it  could be.. depending on how you deal  with things <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=p" title="=p (Razz)" /> <br />
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There were so many things running  through me at once. I cannot even begin  to describe, the feelings, the  confusion, the hurt, the pain, the  memories, the joy and smiles, thoughts,  visions, past and present.. words that  were said, moments that were shared..  everything. There really wasn't much at  all when you come down to it.. but it  was ours. <br />
<br />
Though, the pro's of doing so  overweighed the con's in the end. I  expected to feel pain. plently of it.  hurt, upset or dissapointment of some  sort. But the first feeling that rushed  through me as soon as it was all over,  was relief. complete, and utter relief.  It was as if a huge stone had been  lifted off my heart, all the stress and  troubles that have been mingled up  inside me melted away in that instant..  for that first few minutes... then it  hit. the realisation of it all..  perhaps this is the best way. To end  our relationship. Though now, for some  strange unexplainable reason, i wish i  had taken in that suggestion. I guess  you can only run for so long, before  you become weak, and tired.. and at the  moment you stop to catch your breath,  whatever it is your're running from  catches up with you. and you're forced  to deal with it.. I don't regret  anything.. i just hope the 'conclusion'  we came to was the right one.. ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>once upon a winter d r e a m</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2004 01:18:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ - anne calls me "m.i.a"... i'll have to  agree with her on that one. i mean..  who looks for an m.i.a. anyway, right?  riiiiigghhhtt. sounds perfect to me.<br />
- i love how you say things i need to  hear.. in my face <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /> *thanx.. hugs*<br />
- iÂ also love how you admitted that  secret.. lols. how could you hate? i  knew you'd regret it<br />
- anne also says i have a hardened  heart. no need to argue there either.  lately, seems very much more true than  not.<br />
in time it will be broken... in time..i  will be broken..<br />
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"u knoe, when i dont talk to u for like..Â  more than a day,Â its realli noticeable."<br />
lol.. too much happens in a year.. i  need to empty out my hard drive.<br />
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i wrote this loooooooooong thing that  everyone could enjoy.. so you could all  experience ashlea's first and only time  pmsing.. one of those "im cranky-im  sick-my head hurts-im tired but i cant  freakkin sleep-i hate myself-i feel  like shit-i'm going to complain-if you  dont wanna hear, fuck off" kinda  entries.. buuuuuuuuuut i just deleted  it. (although i just love to write  about how i get thrown around all the  time). i found a better way to convey  myself:<br />
i died today. dont look for me. i know  i wont be.<br />
dont ask me if im doing good. the  answer is yes.Â  who am i kidding.. -__-<br />
thank you and good bye.<br />
<br />
im not your garbage..<br />
just go away.. and leave me alone..<br />
<br />
/edit..<br />
<br />
 right now its one of those "used and  abused" times. i feel used and i feel  abused by some nameless people. you  will know if it isn't you, if it isn't  quite clear then you've probably hit  the jackpot. and it bring tears to my  eyes (mostly because im hysterically  tired and only completed two maths  questions) because i try everything to  make friendships work with these  certain people but some small, stupid  thing always gets in the way where it  gets to the point of "not bothered  anymore". where i dont get anything in  return and all i do is give. <br />
<br />
i am not really biased in these three  or four certain situations because its  just the fact. because once you're  passed the point you resign. i can see  there is no point in continuing to try,  who knows, not trying is the only thing  i've not expended my creative energies  on. but i just honestly can't help  thinking its something i've lost and  they have thrown away. i just can't be  bothered with them anymore and i used  to think it was this certain person who  caused the problem. i would like to  think that.<br />
<br />
but it wasn't, because it was me who  got inspired and changed over the  summer period. it was me that has  changed their attitude. it was me who  had to do every fucking little  thing...and now i've got the ultimatum  to slip back into my old self or to  continue on with this somewhat more  positive outlook. im not going to risk  what momentum i've got here, because i  feel that i've sacrificed enough. i  feel that i've given it my best shot.  but the amivilant feeling of annoyance  and sorrow pulls over me.<br />
<br />
this one person needs someone who is  going to be there for them. but i just  can't be that person anymore... ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>nanciee !!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2004 01:15:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.alllooksame.com/">[link]</a> <br />
<br />
nancie babe sent this to meh .. <br />
<br />
funniest shit ever ^^ i was laughing  til i started coughing ....<br />
then mum came in the room ......... <br />
<br />
mum: why the fuck you laughing like a  cyco?<br />
ashlea: hahaha mum cOs of this site<br />
mum: what site?<br />
ashlea: dO this test mum!!!<br />
mum: okaies wait....... lemme get meh  reading glasses <br />
*after a lot of laughter... mum  finishes the test*<br />
ashlea: haha you got 6 correct<br />
mum: see im good ((too proud))<br />
ashlea: but its out of 18 ........ you  didnt even pass <br />
mum: oh... LOL...<br />
<br />
/edit ..<br />
swimming carnival = legs gone, fully  bored, singing guy sebastian.. x_@<br />
<br />
FiSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
*thinks hyunjin* ^____________^:::<br />
anyway's... oh yeah!!<br />
ninO is mine... so no stealing  you  pplZ =] ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>game over..</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2004 00:00:33 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "Acknowledge the Rules and prepare your  self for this game.... It's about to  get intense and it's only the  beginning... If you want to play with  me make sure you can keep up."<br />
<br />
"Don't act clueless or pretend in this  game. No mercy is the plot, and MY  direction is the way, Toughen up before  we start because you'll need it even  before we begin."<br />
<br />
"Don't tread in deep water unless you  know you can keep afloat."<br />
<br />
"Don't be a snob because you'll be out  even before you've said a word,  weaklings don't survive and if you  think you've got it all worked out  think again. I'm unpredictable and with  one look I can change it all."<br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> <br />
<br />
So? You wanna play? <br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
*laughs evilly* You've just lost it...  GAME OVER FOR YOU! ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>perfection..</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2004 23:27:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sighs.......... * deep breathe * <br />
<br />
There's nothing bugging me at the  moment.... *sighs* i can't stop  sighing.... i feel like a leaf floating  endlessly and for the first time in a  very long time nothing seems to be  bothering me and my life feels like  paradise.... no homework whatsoever....  the tired feeling of wanting to go to  sleep during class feels pretty good  ^________________^ and coming home to  my bed and falling asleep underneath  the soft radiant afternoon sunshine  feels even better... all my teachers  know my name......... and i mean all...  lol don't ask why. it's this thing i  have of standing out somehow and being  noticed by the teacher..... everything  feels pretty good..... my friends are  happy so far there's never been a day  where i haven't laughed so hard.....  because of the joy my friends give  me... their dirty jokes and dopey  slowness cracks me up..... *sighs*  minhtam said i was cold to her.. and  that i spread rumours about her or  whatever.... honestly? you know me by  know right? *chuckles* i don't give a  jack. she's my past and if she offers  friendship now then i'll take it  otherwise why should i care? *chuckles  again* nothing gets to me...  nothing....... i love life at the  moment.... *sighs* i can't help but  smile  the only thing that seems to be  missing is love.... love in  relationships... i have to admit seeing  little couples and reading about people  who end up finding love makes me feel  more loner`fied.. it makes me feel  lonely and light bluish grey *chuckles*  im so silly.... i can't feel like a  color *shrugs* but i can relate to  it....... my oldeeerrrrrest crush is  talking to me again... in a more mature  and friendlier way ... could this lead  to something? *shrugs* should i hope  for it and go all desperate and wish  and want for it to come true? *chuckles  some more* hell no. that's not me... if  it's for me then i'll kindly accept  it.... and if it ends up a good  relationship then bad... i'll get over  it.... but if it's offered then taken  away and i'm toyed with *shrugs* i'll  send him to hell and carry on living my  life..... i can linger on a thought for  a few moments but i eventually get over  it...... obsessions don't last long and  it's a known fact that most last up to  6 months no more.......... kekeke.  *giggles* i think people are getting  impatient with me.... because i move a  little slower now... hugging my big fat  quishy lime green and baby blue earth.  cause it's smiling so cutely. i'm  enjoying life and taking my time  enjoying every moment... so much that  others seem to be intimidated by it...  they're also becoming more impatient...  sure there's the occassional "Ashlea  hurry up!" or "What did I tell you to do?  OMG!"<br />
<br />
        sighs.... my imperfectioness  intimidates others... but it all  suddenly seems so perfect..... the  stars seem to be shining at me this  time and the suns light seems to be a  more peachy lighter colour that makes  me smile... sometimes for no apparent  reason ... from my endless  melancholy... to the girl with a light  yellow shield that shields away all  negativitey... my thoughts linger for  moments and i awake back to reality....  sure there's homework and rumours to  deal with... but has that ever gotten  to me? *chuckles* your all funny....  nope =] now's the perfect time for love  come into my life... everything feels  so perfect...so peachy keen... but i  know that when things are going perfect  it can do a 180 on you. i know that   but this time round.... i'm prepared  for it.... and i can handle it.....  when the worse comes to the worst i  believe i have the elements within me  to banish the demons away..... and if  it's a good 180 that'll come to me....  then i'll be thankful...... i'm so  happy....... nothing can beat me  down...... i've been through my rain  this time..... and i know my down fall  should come again....... but everytime  i fall i stand up a stronger and better  person..... i believe in myself and i  know..... my worth has turned into  perfection and that this perfection  will only last a little while..... but  i'm glad it's finally come.... i  deserve this and i've long waited for  it's arrival... and now it's finally  here....   ..<br />
<br />
[ Guy Sebastian - All I Need ] <br />
<br />
flying so high ... reaching up <br />
                                            THEN FALLING. *laughs* silly you!  no... at least not yet. <br />
<br />
             - the original ; mrs  ash-lea. - ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>// edit..</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2004 17:40:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ february 11th .. ; What can you do when  you've done something wrong, and you  know what you've done was REALLY the  wrong thing to do at the time? when he  tells you stuff until you break into  tears, even though you knowthat he is  absolutley right? I know what I did was  wrong but I feel so much anger at  everything and everyone.. Why am I so  angry and him and my friends when they  issue and important factor? Probably  because I want to feel right, when in  actual fact, I am so wrong in the  conductment of my actions.<br />
What do you do when you feel this way?  What do you do when you feel as if  you've made so many mistakes that you  can't erase them nor make any  difference in alleviating the  'wrongfulness' of the situation? I just  want him back SO bad, but ive just  fucked it all up, by saying the wrong  things..<br />
Signing off in a state ofÂ melancholy..<br />
Love Ashlea..<br />
// the odd's are against me..<br />
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<br />
saturday // v-day >_<<br />
<br />
 lets do a rundown on vannahs party! <br />
<br />
- butter was used instead of oil.<br />
- nat & tina cooked. o.O<br />
- i was a loser playing with those  stick thingos that light up <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br />
- i burnt myself from the lighter. :S<br />
- anne's cousins house was right next  to the park.<br />
- not all guys think of it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
- some guys PLAY soccer. (roflmaos.. me  and my cautiousness) <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
- jenifah rocks my jocks stills. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /><br />
- minhtam is a bimbo. NAW fool.<br />
- Karen DOES have red hair.<br />
- Vans ice cream melted like a bitch.  lols..<br />
- I went crazy with the knife.<br />
- Cathy danced crazily in the middle of  the field. <br />
- The guys clapped. woo go cathy!<br />
- There were guys there that played  soccer but had sports cars so i held  onto the knife tightly flicking it from  time to time.. (which scared a lotta  ppl.)<br />
- I love MINWOO. naw that doesnt  count...<br />
- Anne bought a cosmo mag that had  nudity!<br />
- Van is such a loser! *giggles* she  has straight hair now.... before (no  offence) looked like a birds nest.<br />
- We went to Vans house after.<br />
- No one wore seatbelts. We fit 8  people or more in a 5 seater car.<br />
- I stuck my finger and poked my tongue  out at the guy that walked past us.<br />
- He went  and i giggled.<br />
- I giggle a lot. <br />
- My hair was curly.<br />
- I have pictures. look and see.<br />
- ENTICE ICE CREAM ROCKS!<br />
- But its too damn sweet.<br />
- We water bombed people. <br />
- My water bomb had brown rusty water  with earwigs.<br />
- It hit Minhtam <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" /><br />
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All throughout these days i'll be piled  and stacked with more and more homework  not to mention assignments. i AM  already missing out on sleep.. because  i go on the net. no matter what time or  how late if i don't go on i'll feel  like crap. it's not that i read fanfics  or shit anymore that much it's because  if i don't talk to my friends it's like  im missing something in my day. think  of what if i got a bf at this time in  my life..... DAMN THINGS ARE SO  HECTIC.. and what if his the laid back  i don't give a crap i'm all cool and  down with this  -type of guy! OMG. a  busy courier chick with some hippy....  damn thats just wrong. i guess i am  wrong lust/love whatever the hell you  call it ..... KEEP AWAY >_________< <br />
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all i want in this world of misery  greyness, happy moments, defence,  loneliness and passion is a REAL true  friend. A FEW real friends. like ....  4? or 3? but out of those friends. ONE  i can truely count on, anytime anywhere  and any place. someone who's patient  and who can keep up with me. when i  mean keep up with me i mean they're  smart enough their capacity is almost  like mine or greater and that they CAN  keep up with me. i'm fast..... fast  matey fast @________@ . . . and  sometimes there's no room for the slow  in my world. YES YOU'VE GUESSED IT. i'm  impatient.................. i may not  act it but damn i am. >__________< i feel  so frustrated angered mad and confused  all in one emotion at the same time.  AND NO ITS NOT FKN PMS! i am as of now  officially busy and not allowed out. i  haven't been to the city i admit i  probably am one of the party bringers  or one of hte most outgoingest girls  you'll EVER meet. no matter how  depressed or unhappy or grey i was  before. <br />
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if i continue typing some more about  whatever the hells on my mind i'll talk... ]]></description>
                <author>~unknownskank</author>
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                <title>[ friday ]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2004 00:59:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ atm i am feeling ughks... happy buh  ughks... weird.<br />
<br />
i got caught sleeping in science  yesterday... i didn't even know i fell  asleep. the teacher mr priouet tapped  me and caught me. he told me to go see  him at lunch... i thought  was in big  trouble so i ripped off all my  jewelerry hid my stuff etc..<br />
<br />
at lunch i saw him and my legs were  shaking. lols. i hate confrontations...  i don't like being told off or told i'm  doing something wrong in that way... it  makes me go emotional. haha. eek.  anyways. turns out he was just worried  about me and he was caring... why is it  so that i have a huge apparently guilt  conscience buh i still end up doing bad  things... you'd think i'd learn from  mistakes buh it seems as if i do  something bad, feel bad afterwards for  it, forget about it, do it again and  the cycle goes on... ee... i want to be  a good person..<br />
<br />
i'm very happy.. strangely.. parents  and i are at its worst ever.. i  remember my dad used to always kiss me  and call me little names like my little  daughter and princess and now he is so  distant.. my mum just complains about  everything i do... we talk, buh harsh  words are thrown everywhere all the  time. i know they have valid reasons  for feeling the way they do and saying  such things buh mums don't call their  daughters sluts. sigh... i won't hate  them. i just dislike being at home very  much atm...  i know. i sound like a  typical 'socalled rebel' buh arr. last  time i tried so hard not to buh ended  up crying in front of a friend who  never saw me sad or anything before..  arr i don't want to open ups..<br />
<br />
i am thankful for everything... school  is good. i don't dread it and have made  new friends or have talked to people  who i hadn't really talked to before...  it's fun going school now... just  tiring.<br />
<br />
i was talking to a friend of mine  yesterday that i'm not very close to.  well it's not like it's just hi and  bye... we talk buh hadn't really  talked. today we were talking about  things and it was just soooo  cooooooooool. she is so sweet and  honest at the same time. if you end up  reading this, you know who you are <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /> she  is such a caring friend... to all her  friends. hehe i love y0u and y0u're so  cool! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /> remember that~<br />
<br />
i feel like apologising to the world...  sorry for the judgments i've made when  i wasn't in the position to judge...  sorry for the harsh things i've said  buh now regret... sorry for  pretending... sorry for interrupting...  sorry for being who i am... i promise i  try to be something better...<br />
<br />
vagueness and modifying saves me.<br />
<br />
arghHhs school is so hard. (im a dumb  ass shush) i don't know what's going on  in class and i do ask questions buh i  feel scared to ask more cause i feel  stupid.. everybody is just so smart!  *fingers crossed* i want to do well...  prove that i am something...<br />
<br />
thankyou God.... for everything... and  thankyou in advance for what my life is  going to become of... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)" /> i smile to bring  forth something better..<br />
<br />
take care, don't give up and continue  smiling and bring something new into  each day...<br />
<br />
with love, Ashlea xox ]]></description>
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                <title>[ damn you ! ]</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2004 01:58:13 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have realized today that it is so  relentlessly difficult to keep away  from pigging out on junk food at  school. Before the new term had begun,  I told myself (as well as hubby) to  avoid them at all costs! And day 2  proved to be a completely new  challenge. I fought. I surrendered. I  failed. And quite pathetically too.  Damn you, chips and gravy. You're so  going down to my thighs...>_<<br />
<br />
And I was going so well, too...*s n i f  f*<br />
<br />
So there you have it. I can only last  TWO days, eating rabbit food from the  canteen. Let's see if I can pick myself  up and make another 'Ashlea record' ]]></description>
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