later on oct 12...

I...
Uhm..
Well, I nothing.
Mig... Well, Mig made some good points.
I'm obsessed. I'm a puppet. I'm going down a road to nowhere.
the irony still kills me. this time last year, you threw me away. the same time this year, we were reunited.

I have priorities now. I can't afford to be boggled down by this filly-folly.
Mariel and Tyler...
Gosh, good friends in them.
Brandon...
Oh yes, a very good friend in him.
Supa Azn's still around too, though. He's an epic friend.

I'd love to say that "This is the end", but I know it isn't.
I know if we ran into each other this time, there will be more times. But it will NOT be my doing. I do NOT want to see you again.



"Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay; it's not the end."

HOOO SNAPS OCTOBER 12TH, 2009

HOOOOO SNAPS YO.
CAUGHT YOU EAGLE, DIDN'T MEAN TO.
BUT IT'S EPIC NONETHLESS.
"This is an extreme coincidence."
LOLLOLOLOLOL.
Hoooo this is epic.
I can't believe that I ran into YOU, of all people.
In RALLY!
That's a once in a life time thing. xDD
Especially since you were flirting with this girl I'm SURE wasn't Sammy.
Haha. c:
Hooooooo.
I'm sooo excited right now.
I just can't belive this.
Wow.
Like wow.
>>
Triple wow.
Wow wow wow.

uhm.. uhm...
EAGLE.
YOU CHICKENED OUT OF TALKING TO ME.
YOU COULDA TOTALLY BLOWN THAT OFF AS NOTHING.
xD
I woulda believed you, too.
That's how soft I've gotten lately.
But oooh hooo, now I'm watching for you.
You best change your name or something another cause woo.
This is awesooome.
Not really awesome...
>>
But coincidence as it is, that I found you near the time thsi all happened but a year ago?
I mean... Just wow. I wish you had stayed to talk to me... I wasn't gonna do anything stupid.
Hell, did you see my avatar? That emdbodies tsupid enough that I don't need to be stupid.
I'm mature. I could have talked to you and not said anything out of line.
But nooow, since you left like that.
Google is my B.F.F.E.A.A.
Haha
Yeah.
I like this.
I like this lots..
I'll be checking in on this one soon, Eagle, my old pal!
<33333
Au revoir,
Britt! Kanna! Blood-chan!

June 24th, 2009/ Letter to Eagle

Eagle,
I sent this to you because I don't want Sam to be able to reply to me. If she even would reply. I guess I also want you to read through it for things that would upset her before she reads it. And I want to write to you as well.
I've done some pretty bad things during our two/three year friendship, and I wanted to tell you sorry to your(cyber)face. This is the last letter I'll ever send your way, and I'd like you to be able to believe that I'm sincere, but I'm sure it's hard. (Unless I publish a book or something, then I promised Sam a copy of it through mail.) Eagle... I don't really know what to say to you, because you're thickheaded. I'm thickheaded, too, you know. So I'm pretty sure you won't believe any of these fancy words. I'm sorry, Eagle, and that's all I can really say or do.

Have you ever wanted something so bad, but you couldn't have it?
I do today. :/
I really want to talk to you, Sam, but I know I can't. Even if I had a chance of ever being able to talk to you after you severed the friendship, I ruined it sometime after that. I'm selfish. I never realized that, until recently.
Brandon said to me that friends don't need to talk every day(even though he admitted himself that it would be nice to be more than that), but I never saw that with you. I demanded attention every day of your life for three years.
And I'm sorry.
I know you've heard it before, but I want you to know I'm sincere about it. I know nothing can take us back to how we were, and nothing can make us any better. I just want you to know I'm sorry.
Recently, I've attempted getting into your accounts again. I don't know why I do it, but I do. But my attempts were futile. I won't try it again, although you have absolutely no reason to believe me.
The one thing that would have been so great was if you had actually kept up with me every once in a while. You know, ask me how I've been and all? Any chance at that was destroyed when I hacked you, but before that? You totally could have. I could have, too, though. So you aren't the only one.
I took the uncivilized route about things. I can't say you were the best at it, either. Especially Eagle, whom was rather cruel at times. (Like I can blame him.)
I'm sorry for all of the horrible things I've done to you, and to Eagle. (Although, I might not mean it as much in Eagle's case. :/ But nevertheless, I'm a little sorry about the things I did towards him.)
So, uh, while I was "perusing" through google, I saw a post you made on AQW forums, and it included "my fiance and I". I suppose I should congratulate you about that. I don't know the whole story or anything, but don't marry him straight out of school or something. Live with him for at least a year first, okay? I know a lot of marriages that could have made it if they had lived together first. You just got to give it time to know what he's really like. No matter how real it seems, you do only know him from the internet, so be careful anyway.
You don't have to live with him first, but I think it would be the best before you made a huge commitment like that.

P.S.
I'm sending you this through my newest Gaia account, Eagle. You can watch it all you want, do anything to it, but it won't really matter to me much. I'll even give you the password if it'd make you feel even. The password to it is rosabella4. It's foolish of me to give it to you, but what are pixels in worth? Not much. I have a "wedding gift" for you.
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I took that not that long ago from my front porch. Those are my roses and foxgloves. They're very pretty, and I'd like you to have it. I've entered a similar one in a Reader's Digest contest, but not the same one, so don't worry about copyrights or anything. I just thought that since her favorite color was red, and your's was blue(the foxgloves are more of a soft blue-purple on the inside), that they would be perfect.

May 28, 2009

So, Mom has cancer.
Whoo. Yay.
She starts chemo Wednesday. :]
She asked about Sam yesterday when I was talking to Brandon. It was wierd, and I didn't like it. She asked if I had been talking to her at all. I haven't. Why would I? Ugh. It's a lost cause now.
Uhm...
I've kinda changed my major to photography now. Since, you know, I take snazzy nature shots. I'm gonna try and sell some to magazines/newspapers around here this summer.
I'm getting either a Kia Soul, or a Mini Cooper. Since, you know, I turned sixteen yesterday.
I had an Aerosmith ice cream cake. Isn't that just fancy? I'm also going to see Aerosmith in July in concert.
I'm also gonna write to Dr Phil soon, cuz this s**t is srsly screwed up. :/
(Probably not.)
On the 26th, Dad took me out to eat for my birthday since Mother isn't feeling well. It was nice, I guess. He surprised me when he told me to remember to put my napkin in my lap if I ever get into a situation with richer-than-me people. I asked him why he said that, and he replied with, "Because some day, you'll be a rich person. You'll have rich friends. You're going to be somebody, and you'll need to remember your manners."
Of course, I laughed it off, and said something like, "Yeah right. I was born without a napkin on my lap, raised without a napkin on my lap, and I'm going to stay without a napkin on my lap. I played barefoot in the summer, even in the winter. I played in mud under a tree in the rain, I danced in the rain... I'm not changing my ways for anyone!"
Which is true. Even if I'm as big as he says, I'm not gonna change my ways for you people. I'm always going to be perverted, I'm always going to be snappy, I'm always going to be quick-tempered. You can't change me. I've never been so confident until I was booted from the computer. I was always withdrawled and it was YOUR fault. Being on the computer all the time drains you. It takes away courage and anything else you may have in you. It gives you false security... I'm fun now. I was always fun, but now I'm even more fun! Proof?
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Is that enough? Haha.
I would have never done that before. Now I've done it in Wal*Mart and the park.
I LOVE making little kids laugh like that. :] I love making anyone laugh like that.
I'm more independant now. I'm just... me. That's all I can sum it up as. I'm beautiful me. I'm a perfect weight, a perfect height, and a perfect me. There's nothing wrong with me. If you think there is, maybe there's something wrong with you.
Le Fin

March 25, 2009: 8:28PM

Stockholm syndrome is a psychological response sometimes seen in abducted hostages, in which the hostage shows signs of loyalty to the hostage-taker, regardless of the danger or risk in which they have been placed.

How ironic it is that I'm like, the only person I know who knows what Stockholm Syndrome is. I can't get any opinions about it because no one knows what it is!
Stockholm Syndrome has been one of my secret likes for a while now. I'd love to write a story on it, but I'm afraid it won't be any good. Which it won't. I can't finish much, let alone research something. Even if it is interesting. After I take Psychology next semester, I'll be able to write better. I'll know exactly what diseases and issues and how my characters should react. Isn't that fun?!
Stockholm Syndrome reminds me of the Joker. I'd be a great Jokerette. Hoo ha hee hoo ha. Isn't that a great thought? You know who I would go after first?! YOU! Yes, YOU! You know who you are, you backstabbing, lying, *****. You too, you stupid, naive, young, UGLY girl.
But that's besides the point, because I'll never be the Jokerette. :[ Sad reality.

According to the psychoanalytic view of the syndrome, the tendency might well be the result of employing the strategy evolved by newborn babies to form an emotional attachment to the nearest powerful adult in order to maximize the probability that this adult will enable — at the very least — the survival of the child, if not also prove to be a good parental figure. This syndrome is considered a prime example for the defense mechanism of identification

Anyway, that's all for tonight. This isn't giving me the edge I crave. I'll have to turn to something else to get my craved high.

March 25, 2009: 8:15 PM

Salut! Comment-allez vous? Moi? Je me sens comme être fou! :]

Anyway... Hello! I need my elated high now! You know, the one I get from typing these? The thing that keeps me going strong? I love it! It's as if I could go off and mass murder any and everyone without a second though. Like the Joker! Arkham Asylum couldn't handle me. By the way, Sammy, you're Playlist named that? ******** sucks, douche bag. Geez, how low can you go? Can you go to the flo'?
... Anyway! I'm not feeling it, babe, you gotta push harder. Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger.
Kekeke. So... I don't know. Why am I doing this again? I'm bored as hell, that's why! Ugh.
I say ANYWAY a lot. I noticed that earlier, as I was typing up rules on my new Invisionfree forum. :]
HELLO BRANDI! :]
HELLO SUPA AZN!! :]]
HELLO SANTA CLAUS!!! :]]]
Er...
;] I am your mysterious stranger, here to take you away on a magic carpet ride.
OH HELLO CHRIS.

Oh god, another one? (March 9th)

Yes. Another one.
I would just like to say: GTFO. :/
I'm so sick and tired of you, but you won't leave. GET AWAY.
I feel so... UGH right now. Frustrated, possibly.
Why won't you just leave me alone?
WHY?
(Yes, caps lock is not threatening, but it makes me feel better.)
Anyway... uhm...
I dunno...
I just want peace... I don't want this anymore. This feeling.
Uh...
"Falling in love is so hard on the knees."
And...
I dunno. It's just a song I like. Kinky as hell.
Why do you do this to me...? Why do I let you do this to me?
WHO ARE YOU?!
Uhm... I don't know.
I find myself saying that a lot.
Stop haunting me. Get out of my head. I don't want any memories. Not even good ones.
I hate this. I want out. Now.
Release me.
Life is cruel. Death is even more so. It doesn't make sense.
I try to pride myself on being non-emo when I sit here and whine like a b***h about this.
Bleck... I feel sick.
BRB, THROWIN' UP!
Back!
Okay, anyway
Where was I? Right...
Well...
C'est la vie, right?

Whatever doesn't kill you, makes you strAnger.

Insanity
1. the condition of being insane; a derangement of the mind.
2. Law. such unsoundness of mind as affects legal responsibility or capacity.
3. Psychiatry. (formerly) psychosis.
4. extreme folly; senselessness; foolhardiness

Crazy
1. mentally deranged; demented; insane.
2. senseless; impractical; totally unsound: a crazy scheme.
3. Informal. intensely enthusiastic; passionately excited: crazy about baseball.
4. Informal. very enamored or infatuated (usually fol. by about): He was crazy about her.
5. Informal. intensely anxious or eager; impatient: I'm crazy to try those new skis.
6. Informal. unusual; bizarre; singular: She always wears a crazy hat.
7. Slang. wonderful; excellent; perfect: That's crazy, man, crazy.
8. likely to break or fall to pieces.
9. weak, infirm, or sickly.
10. having an unusual, unexpected, or random quality, behavior, result, pattern, etc.: a crazy reel that spins in either direction.
–noun 11. Slang. an unpredictable, nonconforming person; oddball: a house full of crazies who wear weird clothes and come in at all hours.
12. the crazies, Slang. a sense of extreme unease, nervousness, or panic; extreme jitters: The crew was starting to get the crazies from being cooped up belowdecks for so long.
—Idiom13. like crazy, a. Slang. with great enthusiasm or energy; to an extreme: We shopped like crazy and bought all our Christmas gifts in one afternoon.
b. with great speed or recklessness: He drives like crazy once he's out on the highway.

Lunatic
–noun 1. an insane person.
2. a person whose actions and manner are marked by extreme eccentricity or recklessness.
3. Law. a person legally declared to be of unsound mind and who therefore is not held capable or responsible before the law.
–adjective 4. insane; demented; crazy.
5. characteristic or suggestive of lunacy; wildly or recklessly foolish.
6. designated for or used by the insane: a lunatic asylum.
7. gaily or lightheartedly mad, frivolous, eccentric, etc.: She has a lunatic charm that is quite engaging.

HA!
That sure says it, doesn't it?
Says it all without truely saying anything at all.
Then again... It didn't SAY anything! It's typed up words on a computer! Completely and totally unreal and authentically VIRTUAL.
Oh, look, an oxymoron. Ever notice that that word in itself is an oxymoron? Well, not technically an oxymoron, but an ox can't be a moron.
Kinda like a relationship can't be a relationship in a virtual space that does not exist.
SERIOUSLY!
C'mooooon! Sure you can talk and things, and use asterix(*)? Or a hyphen(-)?
Maybe even talk on the phone. Ooooohhh. What a grand thing it is, talking on a phone.
Nearly magical. As if one is there with the other.
Guess what! You aren't there!
How oddly ironic!
Sometimes I feel like I'm crazy. And all of the sudden... BAM! I realize that I'm the only sane one!
Funny world, isn't it? Where the sane ones are insane and the insane ones are sane? Is that confusing? Oh well.
The asylum was built for sane people to go to when the insanity of the outside world is too much for them to take.
You will only find truely sane people where insanity thrives at its most.
But, anyway, what was I talking about?
OH YEAH!
I wanted to say how positively irrate I was about never ever getting a little "Hello, how are you"
or "merry christmas"
or ANYTHING!
Anyway.
I don't really know what I do to people but most the time they end up hating me or not talking to me or something like that.
Doesn't matter much
I kinda like it.
It makes me feel like this, and I like this feeling. The feeling of insanity, gripping at your sanity.
It's like a high without the drugs
Getting drunk without the alcohol
Having sex without the sex.
Anyway, who actually sits and reads this nonsense? HONESTLY.
I wanna knooow. =/
So like
Tell me
If you read the insanity of my sane entry into the insane virtual world.
Like hell anyone will, but it's still worth a shot to ask, right?
Maybe if I say please? With whip cream and sprinkles on top? Chocolate? Your soul?
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The insanity of the world is the only sane thing that holds it together. Like gorilla tape, only.. more easy to tear apart.

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