Why do I even try to come here.
You know.. I'm very forgiving to people who's elftown bios don't contain art, interest in fantasy, or science fiction. Elftown is a place for people to hang out and share interests. It's the people who go around to people's houses, annoying, bothering, cybering and what not, that really bother me. People who's bios are filled with sexual comments, offendingly disgusting pictures. Yes, I know, elftown isn't a place for children, and just like a person's house with artist nudity, I can choose to leave. But it still bothers me. I wish that the guards made more of a difference when it comes to people who are rude, naked, and or obsessed with cybering on Elftown. -sigh- I would much more enjoy a community for people who are interested in mainly arts and fantasy, but that's just not what Elftown is, I'm not sure if that's what it ever was. So we need to accept that, and perhaps go in search of a community exactly like Elftown, only with a better bio-screening process, eh? Sort of like an Elftown Elfwood mix, like, you have to have a drawing/photo/
I still love Elftown, and it will probably be a part of my life for many more years to come.
I think I will just start to branch out more.
Maybe create my own website. These classes I've been taking could come in handy. -smiles- Unlikely, but a nice thought.
-sigh-
A woman is studying herself in the mirror in a flashy dress, talking to her boyfriend.
She says, "How do you make 5 lbs of fat look good?"
He replies, "Put a nipple on it."
-weeps- God, what was I thinking?!
I feel so icky!
I'm so ashamed of myself!
..I've written...
MarySues! The HORROR! The AGONY! -dies-
I've run out of things to do.
Can't hurt myself, can't be depressed, can't be mad at people, can't put holes in doors, can't eat, drawing doesn't work, writing doesn't work, singing doesn't work, running doesn't work, cleaning doesn't work, screaming doesn't work. There's nothing left.
If I don't find something to do about everything inside of me, I feel like I'm going to explode. I can feel it building, I've been having little outbursts lately, and still I'm surpressing everything. But how do I let it out?
I need a healthy emotional outlet, but I can't find one. I don't know what to do anymore.
Any ideas?
It's ridiculously difficult to not do things that you'll regret later.
Why is this happening?
Apparently.... my nipples are the cherries on top of the yummies.
Go ahead and ask, if you dare.
Dude. Where do some men get off? I've been painting for the last few hours, and King of Queens came on the television in the background. I'm paintin' away, and the show filters in to me; the main guy character, Dug, who is probably around 300lbs, is freaking out over the fact that his 115lb wife, Carry, has gained a couple of pounds over their last few years of marriage, like, two or three. I'm sitting there like, "Where do you get off, you hunk of lard, telling her to go on a diet?". Geesh. Damn idiot men, you wonder how most of them ever get women.
So sick and tired.. so tired of this.
I guess I'm not quite willing to forsake my temperment.
Oh well.
We all have something in common.
We wait, but none of us are very patient.
And yet, we wait, for hours every day, every night. I'm so tired of it, all I ever do anymore is wait.
Stretched between the conversations is only waiting for the next one,
that next one,
then the next one,
Can't I just shoot every man in the entire world and be done with it?
The Green Mile is such a sad movie..
"Richard was sliding into his jeans. I watched him zip them up and button them into place. It was fun just to watch him dress. Love makes the smallest movements fascinating." :) Just related to this quote a lot. I'm glad I'm not the only person who feels this way.
I just punched a hole in my door.
It had to happen eventually.
Also, my throat hurts from screaming repeatedly, loud and highpitched and at nothing, alone in my room. At least it made me feel better.
But now I feel sort of empty, tired. I should punch doors in more often when I'm mad.
The movie Blood and Chocolate isn't nearly as good as the book, but.. .. but god, wolves, art, AND Bucharest, Romania. I nearly had an orgasm in my seat in the theater. The wolves and art alone would have done it for me, but add Bucharest into the equation and I'm a slobbering, happy mess of Jessie.
-angrily whipes the tears off of her cheeks- Unbelievable, completely and totally unbelievable. My grandfather, whom I've been close to all of my life, whom I love with a great big part of my heart, just told me that if I was a lesbian, he wouldn't let me live in his house. Told me that he would most likely hate me. He said this knowing that I'm not and never will be a lesbian or even bisexual, but the fact that, even knowing me like he does, loving who I am, he would become disgusted with me just because of a decision that I make that would affect my life. Not his life. Me, my life. And because of that decision, he would no longer care like he does know. After I stalked off, crying, my grandmother attacked him and yelled his ears off, I came back and yelled his ears off, he apologised for what he said but he still feels the same way. He said that he doesn't mean to hurt people, but he just can't change how he feels.
Both of my grandparents are extremely descriminatory towards homosexuals.
I am a passionate person in everything I believe in, and although I am not a homosexual, it pains my heart so much to know that people that I care about are instantly hated and disdained before they even have a chance to get to be known, by other people that I care about. It pains my heart so much to think it. The fact that my pain, that their pain, makes no difference to people like my grandfather.. the fact that he still feels such animosity towards people who can't control who they are anymore then you or I can.. the fact that there are so many people out there just like my grandparents, it makes me feel hopeless and useless, like I just want to sit here and cry for the people who have to face the pain day in and day out, because there's nothing I can do but cry. What if you were a homosexual or bisexual person, caught up in a family who would hate you for the people that you fall in love with? What if their love for you, for who you are on the inside, for what you've done all your life for them, for the person they know, suddenly changes so quickly JUST BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU FEEL. Just because of the difference in sex. Just because they think it's wrong for you to kiss in front of children. Because they think it's wrong for you to try to have a life together. What could it possibly be like for those people? This small moment of betrayal and pain is nothing compared to their lifetime dispair.
I'm sorry, but I can't continune. My mind can't decide whether it wants to break my knuckles against walls and scream into a pillow until my vocal cords give, or if it wants to hide under his sweater and weep until my eyes no longer open from the puffiness.
Hey guys - just checking in.
Having a good ol' time, hard to believe I'm in Romania. I hope all your weekends have been great.
I wont be around much.
Love you!
Holy shit. What the hell. Why do people like [ineedweed420] get to stay on elftown? Can't the guards delete people like him? What's his purpose in this community? Why can't they kick him out and direct him to fake? Wtf?!
"For one thing, learning to sleep in proximity to another person is an acquired skill. You learn what to do with the arm that always seems to get stuck between you and where to put your feet and whether they mind having a leg draped over theirs and who can use whose arm as a pillow without nerve damage or a sore neck. Then there’s the whole complex negotiation of blanket treaties and sheets and who gets what and who needs layers and who has to stick their feet out." I just liked this. ^_^