It is now 3:44- in the morning
at around 12:30- midnight
I got up
snuck out of the house
and biked a mile and a half to my friends house
I came in through the window and we ate cookies
and I chatted on her screen name
at two I left
I biked back home
Climbed a tree
watched the moon a bit long
(its full)
Then I went inside
and ate ice cream
I came to ET
And talked to some random person about cutting
I may have accidentaly tattood myself
I cut myself with scissors trying to prove to my friend that they aren't sharp.
I am officially stark, raving, mad.
Good night!
Happy Full Moon!
<O.O>
If any one read this knows about tattoos, please message me.
In specific, how permanent are ash tatoos?
I really need to know
If any one read this knows about tattoos, please message me.
In specific, how permanent are ash tatoos?
I really need to know
The Tree and me
Rising in the dark
Covered all by bark
Fed by rushing creek
Your leaves the sunlight seek
Bearing Fruit and seed
Otheres for to feed
Sheltering from the heat
Your roots form knotted feet
A crown of green you bear
With leaves intsead of hair
Your trunk is tall and strong
Your life simple yet long
Tell me grandfather tree
...
The rest is elsewhere
You Are My Sun
YOu make all right
Bringing me light
You are my sun
Bringing new sight
Whatever you say
Turns night to day
Your sorrow my cloud
Your joy my ray
You heal my pain
Bring Joy again
And when I cry
You dry the rain
When I can't cope
You throw me a rope
Sending a glow
Of long sought out hope
Ich suche im Himmel
Fuer den Mond
Sie sucht hoffnung
Aber ist nie verschont
Der Himmel ist lehr
Hoffnungsloss und kahl
Ich suche immer weiter
Im leerem All
A silent scream can shatter walls
It echoes -silently- through empty halls
I have no beginning
I have no end
I have no enemies
I have no friends
All who know me know despair
And when I linger
You tear your hair
I am the horrors of the night
I am cruelty I am spite
I am wicked I am hate
Do not try to escape me
Its already to late
You feel my sorrow and agony
But never ever any sympathy
Wandering lost in my world
You hudddle in fright
Around your self curled
Hidden secrets beneath a grave
A long lost present you never gave
The darkness comes not from without
You hear your own voice give the shout
Your malice comes from within
Its yout own evil that makes your head spin
You know who's guilty and who's wrong
You know whose voice raised that morbid song
Do not try to break free
Because you know
that you are me
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Hmmm a diary
does this get any wierder?
I ask you, who writes a public diary
Hmmm....who am i asking?
There is no one there.....
I need a head ache pill
If I weren't allergic to them
Drat
News flash for the uninterested world:
I am depressed
And if you care:
Shame on you!
go worry about peopple with real problems!
Who are dying without a choice! etc. etc. etc.