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Mar 30, 2011 12:05PM
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:( I'm sorry...sorta. I mean, it was fun, but I'm sorry your stressed. I know how it feels.
Is there a poem contest or not????????
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Lav [the old me is dead and gone] wrote: "Hehe. It's okay. Sort of. I realize you did it for fun but I hate half knowing something and you guys were too failish at it for it to work at first but NOW I TOLD YOU and you appear to have fixed ..."You just dissed us and called us failish. *cries* XD
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Autumn will. And I love how you said duke. =)
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Heh heh heh. I insult the people I love the most.
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And I love how you said duke. =)"
Why, thank you. It's a fun word, isn't it?
Lav [the old me is dead and gone] wrote: "Mandy Just Mandy wrote: "Lav [the old me is dead and gone] wrote: "Hehe. It's okay. Sort of. I realize you did it for fun but I hate half knowing something and you guys were too failish at it for i..."Just like nicknames are dubbed with affection!
Lav [the old me is dead and gone] wrote: "Mandy Just Mandy wrote: "Autumn will. And I love how you said duke. =)"
Why, thank you. It's a fun word, isn't it?"
It is. I think I'll use it now.
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I WAS INTRODUCED TO IT TODAY. It's brilliant. *leaves*
DANGIT. I HAVE TO GO. But just for 20 minutes!
Oh, I used cleverbot for like ten minutes last night when I was waiting for Mandy to come on. It was annoying because the responses didn't match. :P
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Ugh...okay, here goes. I wake up in the same place that time left off; lying on a bank in the forest, deep in the snow. Flakes of uncertainty are falling onto me.
Once I had a past. There was sunlight, there must have been, there must have been days when the sun shone and the wind blew hair across my face.
Now my hair is stuck to my back; I am wrapped in a torn, ragged ocean. The melted snow has soaked through the tearing in the fabric, through my clothes, through my skin.
If I were told it, I could believe that I was in the middle of the sea; the faded blue around me.
It is an arctic ocean. With every minute, more and more snow falls around me, onto me, like icebergs onto water.
Once there was love; once someone blew their frosted breath onto my hands and said, Shall we go back to the lodge now? We could get some tea or hot chocolate, if you like.
That winter it was warm when there were no fires; by the spring, the temperature had cooled; by summer, the frost had started to cover the ground. The snow started to fall.
Now there is no time; I don’t know how long I have been lying here, breathing, waiting, watching the snow falling, feeling myself fall.
I feel myself being pulled under into the white darkness.
Now there are lungs; now there are flakes on eyelashes; now there is the ocean in the middle of the wood.
I shiver.
I close my eyes and let the flakes wash away memories.
Maybe next time I wake up, this will all be a dream.
Emily Zepik Fompledump wrote: "Wait, I'm so confused.Is Autumn fake?"
No, she's definitely real.
*another cackle* You have no idea, Yue.
OH MY GOODNESS.SOMEONE FREAKIN' EXPLAIN THIS TO ME OR I WILL EXPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODE.
And that will make me die.
And I believe you all shall be very sad if I died.
Okay, I'm assuming Autumn made her profile to look like Mandy's so we'd be confused. And explode like I almost did.
Noo. Everyone keeps saying that! Mandy and I did not switch profiles. Sillies.
Exactly. That's what I said:Emily Zepik Fompledump wrote: "Okay, I'm assuming Autumn made her profile to look like Mandy's so we'd be confused. And explode like I almost did."
I was meaning their names and pics.
MANDY HAS ALWAYS BEEN MANDY AND AUTUMN HAS ALWAYS BEEN AUTUMN. THE END. LET'S STOP SPAMMING THE STORY TOPIC BEFORE LAV STABS US. WE SHOULD GO TO THE PLAYGROUND OF AUTUMN. *peer pressure*
Autumn wrote: "Emily Zepik Fompledump wrote: "Wait, I'm so confused.Is Autumn fake?"
No, she's definitely real."
No, Autumn is totally a character.
AUTUMN'S STORY SAYS THE D-WORD.But she censored it, so can she post it?
Mandy Just Mandy wrote: "Wow. That was vivid."Thank you, I guess. :-)
re: Mandy/Autumn*is hopelessly confused*
T e s n i wrote: "Mandy Just Mandy wrote: "Wow. That was vivid."Thank you, I guess. :-)"
That's a good thing.
T e s n i wrote: "re: Mandy/Autumn*is hopelessly confused*"
XD
Autumn wrote: "AUTUMN'S STORY SAYS THE D-WORD.But she censored it, so can she post it?"
Psst, Lav/Mods?
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She’d never wanted a damn mani-pedi.“I’m sorry,” Ella yelled at her mother, only to be heard over her ranting. “I didn’t mean to upset you! I didn’t even say yes! And I didn’t want you to feel like this, I was just telling you why Aunt Amy called!”
“It doesn’t matter!” her mother yelled as Ella’s voice faltered. “You didn’t think to tell her that it was something you’d rather do with your mother! That’s something people do with their moms, but you don’t like to do anything with me! You always want to do things with her!”
“I declined her offer!”
“But that wasn’t the reason why! You’re just like your father, only thinking about yourself and having no compassion.”
Ella’s breath caught in her throat. No. She was nothing like that lowlife who’d abandoned his wife and five-year-old daughter. She. Was. Nothing. Like. Him.
“How could you say that?” Ella screeched, her nails digging into her own skin. ‘I’m nothing like him and his sad excuse for a life! You’re the one who doesn’t’ care!” Her temper was boiling now, emotions burning hot in her veins. “And you’re the one that married the jerk! And since he left you, you take it out on every-”
“Shut up!” her mother yelled at her, still across the room. Her breathing grew ragged at Ella’s words. Her words reverberated off the walls, stabbing Ella repeatedly. “You didn’t explain that it was something you preferred to do with me.”
Ella took a deep breath, her moment of emotional high completely evaporated. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just that-”
“It doesn’t matter, now I know how you really feel. I know how you hate me, you hate your mother, your stupid, evil mother that mistreats you.”
Pain shot up Ella’s arm and she struggled to keep her breath even. “I said I’m sorry. None of that was true. And I didn’t know how to say that to Aunt Amy without being rude.”
“Yes, you did!” Her mother threw her hands in the air, standing from the couch. Ella could see the fire in her eyes so far away “The only person you’re rude to is me.”
Ella’s thoughts raced through her mind, going far beyond miles per minute. How had this happened? She’d offended Aunt Amy and her mother with a couple accidental words. The argument was so impossible. Frustrated tears leaked from Ella’s eyes, their presence only making her cry harder.
“I’m sorry,” Ella repeated, choking on a cry in her throat. “I didn’t want to upset you and I should’ve said something to Aunt Amy.”
“But whatever, right? It’s just your stupid mom. I never matter to you.”
Sobbing, the girl managed an, “I’m sorry, I’m going upstairs,” before disappearing as quickly as she could. She crashed hazardously into her room, careful not to slam the door behind her so as to upset her mother. Ella grabbed her iPod from her nightstand, crawling into her bed, pulling the covers over her fetal figure.
She shook with sobs as she ran her finger down the tear in the blanket her father had so long ago made in one of his drunken rants. Her mother had blamed his leaving on her too. The music washed over her, tearing her away as she shuddered uncontrollably under the flannel blanket. She couldn’t escape from the pain beating through her so achingly there.
Why am I never good enough?
She’d never wanted a damn mani-pedi. Now she never would.
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