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Name: Astrid
Birthday: 4/2/1989
Interests: manga, anime, books, fire, music , cute guys, people watching writing, drawing, comuters, movies, food , and various other things you don't want to know
Expertise: computers , drawing , poetry , decorating
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  The Vaspire
Member Since:
11/29/2004
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| Happy New Year's, crickets! Hope this year was good to you, and I
hope the next will be one of the best for us both!!
 Peace out, my homie crickets!!
<Yes, I know it's not correct slang. Go aways.>
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Greatest movie ever. He died when he was 24. Not even a
quarter of a century old. HE DIED!!!!!!!!! goddamnit... he
died
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| I'm loosing a friend. Not only a friend, but one of my closest
ever. And he's gone... There's someone there who acts and
looks like her, but is it him? Can I ask himanything and get an
honest answer? Will heknow who I am if I dress in a
costume?
Can I stand him? Can I
stand the shell which presents itself every day I see him, the shell
which parades itself around as him? Can I keep myself from trying
to kill it, slap him, bring him back by any means possible if I give
this friendship another chance? Can I do anything that doesn't
include voilence when it comes to him any more? Can I live without
him by my side every minute of every day, without him there to cry with
to laugh with, to be with? I loved him like a brother, a lover, a
husband, a father, a friend, a rival...
He was my world and he's gone. How does someone survive something like this??
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| i have never been so fucking infuriated in my life. i could kill
something and not feel a damn thing. i just read something my
friend wrote, and it is the biggest bunch of bull shit i've ever
read. but, it's true in a way. all opinions are true, but
god does it make me pissed. she's going through a hard time right
now, and i wanna be there for her and help her, but i won't let her
drag me down with her. if she wants to damn well kill herself,
fine. i'll do my best to stop her, but she's a complete jackass
when her mind gets stuck on something. god, i wanna kill her
right now. and i'd wake up in the morning feeling horrid because
of what i'd done, but when i was doing it i'd feel wonderful.
like some great weight was lifted off me. so you don't know
anyone's soul, hm? like hell. I don't hide anything from
you. i share every damn little thing, every thought i can
remember, but you think you don't know me. like hell. no,
you don't know me. do you want to? i'm an angry child who's
waiting to explode and lives in daily fear of it. i've fallen for
Jareth and might be falling for my S.S. teach. i've got a
drunkard for a father, and he plays mind games with my mom, and did
them to me until i became immune. all my emotions are so close to
the surface, i can't hide almost anything. but i can. if
you get on my nerves, or you make me so pissed i'm scared what i'll do
if i loose it, i become nothing. i'm not living, thinking, barely
even breathing. i just stare at you and act like ice. it's
to protect you, damnit. but you didn't get that till now, did
you? no. because i share nothing with you. here it
is. enjoy
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| "I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."
That's what my picture says, crickets. And, you know...
It's true.
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