

Diary of a Fat GirlI looked at myself today. Took a good long look, and didnt like what I saw.Diary of a Fat Girl
I almost didnt recognize myself.
Some things are the same. The same eyes, dreamy, off in my little fantasy world most of the time.
The same nose, with an annoying stripe across it that doesnt freckle.
The same lips, that normally bear a smile that I dont feel inside.
Same ears, same hair, same fingers, same toes. But everything else?
I dont recognize the person that Ive become.
Im the fat girl, and I know that. I got used to that in middle school.
But W


The Forgotten RoseI lurk in the shadows by day and night, Untrusting, uncaring, avoiding the light.The Forgotten Rose
I know what it feels like to have been betrayed, I've seen the girl, and the game she played.
The girl whom I loved left me for him,
That witless pretty boy, my neverending whim. I though she loved me, I guess I was mistaken,
To her I gave my heart, and by her it was taken.
So here I sit, day by day, hearing her entrancing voice, Trying hard to convince myself that she didn't go by choice.
My love for her; the memories will go forever on- But though I hope and though I pray I know she


No Title YetThe night was calm and clear. It was the middle of fall, and a light breeze was blowing across the grasses of a moonlit meadow, making wildflowers toss their heads into the wind proudly. The forest beyond the meadow was dark and silent, seemingly deserted. But a single shadow moved stealthily through the underbrush, slender body fitting easily through even the smallest of gaps. The only thing that would be seen to the eye of another were two eyes, the lightest and mistiest of green, two orbs suspended in the shadows. Small paws barely made much more than a sound as the small form traveled to the edge of the forest. She stepped into the moonliNo Title Yet


Trich..A normal 15-year-old, not a care in the world? Far from it.Trich..
My life is not a tale worth telling, at least not to some.
I am different from others. I am me, the way I have always wanted to be.
You'd think that would be all, the end?
A person that is different, big deal, you say.
But there is something more, more than meets the eye.
Something buried deep in the back of my mind.
I am different because of my disease, my curse.
No, it's not fatal, and no, it does not make me any more different than I appear to be,
It simply s
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You can always find sence in the madness...
But its more fun to find the madness in the sence
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"Well, that makes you... chartman!" ~Jack Sparrow
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"Well, that makes you... chartman!" ~Jack Sparrow
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They are brought to their knees and fall,
but we rise up and stand firm.
Lord Rise up and give victory
Answer us when we call!
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They are brought to their knees and fall,
but we rise up and stand firm.
Lord Rise up and give victory
Answer us when we call!
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They are brought to their knees and fall,
but we rise up and stand firm.
Lord Rise up and give victory
Answer us when we call!
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