tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292598002012-02-16T09:29:16.665-08:00tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-31060021584870264332008-07-13T18:28:00.000-07:002008-07-19T02:41:45.747-07:00

you have managed to destroy every loving cell in my body, and now i am left with nothing but a lacerated heart. the thought of you throttles my cardiac muscle and i find myself clutching my chest for consolation. you no longer serve as my beautiful solace but instead as the unfriendly reminder of the pain you have caused. you have disregarded me and my feelings and have committed undoubtedly

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-2725800355151791432008-05-19T22:07:00.000-07:002008-05-19T23:44:29.239-07:00

i wish i could lie on my nonexistent driveway like the Vitruvian Man and wait for the world to descend upon me. i would confidently take on one sky at a time on my tense shoulders because nothing can indefinitely beat the current weight that drags my every bodily movement down. my hands would remain outstretched for that one twinkling star above my head, and i would cover the star with my right

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-9417355979142542172008-04-20T17:34:00.000-07:002008-04-21T00:33:35.494-07:00

it knows pain.the pillow is favorite.so stupid again.impossible to reach.kenna - say goodbye to love

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-66857840247100720942008-04-15T00:51:00.000-07:002008-04-15T23:40:05.644-07:00

she is fading. she is slowly drowning in her own ways.they tell her she's not good enough. they tell her she doesn't respect herself. they tell her others whisper of her flaws .. her downfall. they tell her their expectations have dropped like a plummeting parachute jumper - with no fucking parachute. why does she care anyway?she is falling. she is falling through the invisible safety net.there

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-90034633771104350542008-01-10T00:50:00.000-08:002008-02-05T20:20:37.094-08:00

i think it's about time i picked up this neglected hobby of mine.i think it's about time i distinguish the good from the bad.it's about time i realize that ...i think my blogs are way too depressing. the old posts are quite heart-wrenching and an overflow of emotional nonsense. apparently, i'm only inspired to write when i'm emotionally disturbed?how sad.irvine - kelly clarksonporcelain heart -

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-33551250544386437572007-10-20T11:50:00.000-07:002007-10-20T13:33:02.126-07:00

difficult is what it is.and here my heart will pour itself through the gushing blood in my veins and through my fingertips onto this clattering keyboard ..everything will be alright. what a phrase. guilty, distant, sad, and a whole lot of other adjectives. even though i cannot gather myself to be the bigger and stronger person and make a change, i truly do hope that things will progress toward

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-88576016097278924052007-08-09T11:42:00.000-07:002007-08-09T11:45:18.161-07:00

I wish there was a photograph that showed me here with youAnd I could kiss the photograph and make my wish come trueI wish I was a humming dove so I could sing so sweetI wish that I could steal the moon and kiss it with my feetI wish I was a remedy that you wanted to takeA product of a recipe that no one had to bakeI wish I could forget the day the hurting in my heartAnd wash our mouths with

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-67514193140817761832007-07-17T02:19:00.000-07:002007-07-21T10:43:28.586-07:00

the emptiness seeps deeper into the hole, filling it with unhappy thoughts and sadness. the damage is beyond repair.everytime i put my heart out, i only find myself slapped in the face by cutting words. everytime i wholeheartedly surrender my feelings, i only find insensitive actions returned. everytime i openly converse, i find myself speaking to impatience and unwillingness. what may the result

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-33200125896276823532007-06-22T12:35:00.000-07:002007-10-20T13:13:56.655-07:00

i miss writing.i miss leisure books.i miss 8 years ago.i miss perfection.i miss childhood oblivion.i miss some other peculiar things.[edit] it's amazing how we build ourselves for that underlying moment only to find ourselves crushed by the inconceivable outcome. we receive that blow to our minds, as if a barbarian just swung his handy pike to our heads. we lose the battle. must we drag our

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-1160027152411419252006-10-04T22:01:00.000-07:002006-10-04T23:19:20.743-07:00

there comes a low point in life .. one that's stubbornly rooted and one that refuses to emancipate you, leaving you the prisoner floundering helplessly and hopelessly in the deep end of the pool. who can dive in and haul you back to safety grounds of happiness or for others - back to a mere facade of our porcelain smiles and nonexistent pleasures? these invisible weights tied to these slumped

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-1159167854646651262006-09-25T20:09:00.000-07:002006-09-25T20:41:50.933-07:00

like a kid gluing back the pieces of a broken vase, she gradually began to piece herself together - but only to find a clash between the surreal truth and her stubbornly rooted abstractions of her past. her healing process was marred by her own failed attempts to obscure her emptiness and pathetic excuses to blame herself, to hurt once more, and to think of him .. reality was hard to soak in -

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-1156989272260530962006-09-06T16:53:00.000-07:002006-09-06T19:32:05.566-07:00

the anticipation killed her. as she stood waiting, her fragile heart tensed as her bright eyes scanned the sea of beings, and unexpectedly a hesitant shadow slowly enveloped her. his arrival warmed her heart as fast as it turned it ice cold. his apathetic words pierced her, heartlessly skinning her piece by piece. she questioningly gazed into the stranger's eyes, endless pools of black that

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-1155773520436143622006-08-24T02:12:00.000-07:002006-08-24T18:52:36.506-07:00

as the beaming sun gradually descended towards the perfect horizon and slowly became engulfed by the gaping ocean, she stood beside him in deafening silence. the loud silence seemed to speak for itself. no words were capable of formulating any sense from her muddle of thoughts, which were all eagerly waiting to surface and give some indication of life to her inscrutable face. as if the seagulls

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-1155311380096037122006-08-11T07:55:00.000-07:002006-08-11T09:06:12.813-07:00

it's difficult to begin to describe this inconceivable state of mind. by far, this is the hardest gulp of anger, guilt, disappointment, fustration, and confusion to swallow. the list of emotions elongates with the scrambling of my lost feelings, all eager to surface but at the same time fervent to find and sink into a comforting and belonging place. the ever-exhausted and laborous hands of the

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08408646630850882408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29259800.post-1149443546122048152006-06-04T22:45:00.000-07:002008-01-10T01:26:47.776-08:00

i just don't care anymore. i've accepted reality.it's the week we've all been anticipating - finals week. can you feel the thrill in the air? yes, and all i've managed to do today is sit in my director chair and skim through my math book with my ears drowned in michelle branch's solemn songs and my heart floating somewhere in outer space. it's a great feeling, indeed - to feel completely

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