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Name: Macy Aviles
Birthday: 09/03/90
Misc: Im Bi and full Filipino.
Contact: kix_ass_azn911@hotmail.com (msn and email)

[--GOOD--] [JTHM] [Invader Zim] [Other Jhonen Works] [Sushi] [Poetry] [Writing] [Drawing] [Music] [Blading] [Rice] [Friends] [Lolllipops] [Squishy's] [Animals] [Freedom] [Limaids] [Anime] [Asian Pride] [etc...]

[--BAD--] [Clowns] [Weird, Slow Carnival Music] [Country Music] [Dolls] [Torture] [Big Houses at Night] [Screaming] [Arguing] [Friends Fighting] [Placing a Burden on Someone] [Guns] [Racism] [Hurting Friends] [Lying] [etc...]








Neko

"We're told to accept the fact that life goes on, and nothing is forever. NOTHING. But I don't want to accept this!! I dont want to see it all as just a dead thing before it dies!! I had something! I had something beautiful!! The world still spun around in all its arbitrary fury, but I HAD something to hold tight to! Something beautiful!! AND I FUCKED IT UP!!! I did EXACTLY what I NEVER wanted to do!! I turned it into something cold and weary!! Now, screaming in fear, I hold tighter and it squirms away, pushing me off!! And the faster I run to catch it, to hold it, the faster it runs away, the more it recoils from my touch. Dreaming of a world that has stopped dreaming of me. Going away, driven by the more desirable idea of new dreams. And I dont seem to be accepting
it. AND I DON'T WANT TO ACCEPT! I DON'T WANT TO GET USED TO LOSING THE FEW THINGS THAT MAKE ME FEEL!!! I SAW THE FILTH! BUT I HAD SOMETHING! And the noise in my head with all its voices repeats ONE thing, incessantly, more than anything else -"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Don't let go of me now. Dream of me. Don't let me wake up. But I know that it is only noise...something...
beautiful..." -Nny


   

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Tuesday, October 05, 2004
should I scream louder?

Why won't you ever talk to me?!
Am I nonexsistent?
Now that you can't see me

What do you want me to do?
Pretend I don't care?
To just stare
at that dumb white wall
After all, thats all I can do...

Im hurting more,
everytime you ignore
my presents
Like I'm transparent

Or maybe,
I'm just not here
that could be arranged y'know
the blades just lying over there

But no, I won't stoop that low
Just for you to fucking notice me

All I can do is friggin cry
or wait,
things will change
for better or worse
Right now it doesn't matter
Faith has gone away
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Last night... I didnt hurt... the way I use to. You kno that pain in ur chest wen ur crying? Well... I was crying last night and didnt feel it at all. I interpret that feeling with having someone feeling your pain. And you feeling theirs... I dunno its hard to explain... but it just made me feel more lonley. I guess I have to go through stuff myself I guess....

Posted at 04:54 pm by DeadPoetic

 

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