my new song makes me want to cry.
It's called 'Dream, Baby (dream)', and it's about a little kid whose mum passed away... sung from the mothers view, she says:
"My lonely child falls fast asleep
Dream baby dream
In my arms for now atleast
Dream sweet baby
Please don't wake, spend this time with me"
The video to it would start with a sleeping baby (about 4 or so), then slowly impose over it a mum stroking their hair, a tear rolling down her cheak. Then it would fade into the dream, where they're playing, and hugging, and being happy. Finaly it would fade back to the little girl waking up, and doing that 'about to cry' look.
I don't know why this song has touched me so much - it's as if I can feel it taking shape without me. The backing music is something of a problem - It's from something else, I just don't know what yet, and I've addapted it... may be bordering on copyright, but I don't think so. It's the most beautiful song I've composed so far; and if I can master it properly and get it recorded, I know I'll never listen to it without crying. It's as if someone elses pain has seeped through into my song, making it painfully sweet. I want to share it with the world.

There's a destructive force inside of me clawing to get out. It wants me to smash everything I can - it's all I can do to contain the rage I'm burning in.
It has a thurst for blood.

My friend asked me if I would kill someone using magick - the fact of the matter is, if I wanted someone dead I would use my bare hands, not hide behind forces of nature.

It's burning my skin now, as if my rage has become hot fat that spits at me. The coiled snake in my chest wants to reach out and strike venom into his heart. How dare he?

I'm not ready yet, but I will be - that's a promise.
No one threatens my friends or family. No one.

Bloody norah! I'm shocked beyond all belief.

Mrs Lane - the teacher that is so biased towards her own beliefs she almost always dismisses everyone elses view as ridiculous - asked me if I could speak about environmental issues in a religious way. Took me a second to realise she ment MY religion! I didn't think she even recognised Pagenism as a religion! But there she was, blatently asking if I could talk about it.
Well ofcourse I can! I worship an earth deity - ofcourse I'm concerned about environmental issues!
duh.

I think that I'm suddenly very proud of Mrs Lane now. I can't think of anything more respectfull she could have done - other than use the term 'wiccan' or 'pagen' when asking me. I think that would be really hard for her to be honest.

Woo!

Anyway - I'd best do my coursework.

Blessed be
Sophia xxxxx

Well! I feel like shit, anyone else?? comeone - hands up!

Well - I wont go into details, but I've been severely fucked over by guys lately; thanks a bunch to those special twats who've managed to hurt me so god damned much.

For one in particular, I have a message:

If you ever walk away from me with another woman again, I may actualy demand an explination.

For another - who, actualy REALY hurt me - I wrote a poem. Since it's entitled by his name, I'm not going to post it's title - that'd be rude - so, here is how it feels to be inlove, and be crushed by someone who can't decide between you and someone else.

I just want you to know
I love you.
I always will.
I think you’re amazing.

I just want you to know
I love you so much that
I will never let you go:
I will keep you in my heart forever.

I just want you to know
I love you, and so
I won’t let you see me as
I walk away - for you.

I just want you to know
I love you so much that
I will let you go, because all
I want is for you to be happy.

I just want you to know
I love you.
I always will,
I know you’re incredible.

I just want you to know
I love you, and that
I always have; but
I need you to move on.

I just want you to know
I love you,
I need you, but
I need you to be happy more.

So I’ll tell you that
I don’t love you.
I want you gone; and
I won’t be miserable without you;
 And you’ll go.




I know it's non rhyming... but it's how I felt all of five minutes ago when I wrote it. Now I'm just pissed off though. *sigh*

Ever felt like you NEED a punch bag??

I just want to rip him to peices, put the peices in a blender, and then serve him in an omlett to the other girl... grrr...
Not that I want to hurt him or anything.
honest


*sigh* I'm going to go drink something - see if I can calm down a bit. Though it's true, that line in 'Pain' - Anger and agony are far better than misery. Trust me on this one.

My tears will fall no more for those who have caused me pain. The shards of my heart have been seived through my throat in pain, and forced through my eyes. The clear gems that have formed there have fallen on deaf ears, and ignorant minds. My pain will stay inside, until it twists around; coiling like the snake that has biten me and poisened my heart.
My anger will be the lightening through a tearless storm, and thunderous words - no one will be unharmed by it. Not even me; and so the anger feeds that pain from which it springs - and my circle of bitterness, like a ripening lemon, grows.
One day it will colapse in on me; and on that day you will remember the first shard of my heart, that fell from my blinded eyes onto your cheak.
Maybe then you will learn the power of my love, my heart, my soul; and maybe then you will regret all you have cast away - all the gems that I gave, all the wonders that I held in me - gone forever.



Well - goodnight for now.

Blessed be
Sophia xxxx

Starting a book. Should be... interesting. Not sure if I like the plot though. Hmm...

Starting a book. Should be... interesting. Not sure if I like the plot though. Hmm...

Okay, so last night my mate took me (unexpectedly) out in town. Everyones dressed up pretty, and I'm in my jeans, t-shirt, and trainers, but oh well. So I go to the bar at one point to get a drink, and end up stood next to the guy Im pretty much in love with. We say hi and everything, then he walks off with another girl.

   I think that I'm 'too imature' for him. I'm sure that's what he thinks - though he never did grow up really . It's all about appearences with that guy; which to be honest kinda bugs me. I just don't know where I'm up to with him. *sigh*

 I've still got that exert for you somewhere, I'll type it up later.

     Nearly cried, but then I kicked the big metal door in the ladies toilet (hurt like hell since my trainers are thin as paper) think I left a dent actualy. Plus I then danced the rest of the night, just to knacker myself out, and yet still feel like shit about it. I mean, he clearly was shocked to see me there - and not in a good way. I had the feeling he realy didn't want to see me; I get that feeling a lot around him. Yet he wants to fuck me when we're together - what a fucking twat. I'm not some slag that'll just fuck him for the hell of it! I realy want to slap him right now. If it were possible to give a person 'uncool' points, I'd be giving him sooo many right now. I'm surprised I didn't slap him across the face actualy, though I was kinda in shock. I swear to the Godess though, if he keeps it up I'll brake the fucking wiccan rede. I'll harm him till there's nothing left TO harm.

   I wouldn't mind if he hadn't been trying to get into my pants the last time he saw me for more than a few seconds. No, it was not a one night stand, he was refering to himself as my boyfriend - so I'm not over reacting. I feel dirty now - I feel like I'll never be able to wash that used feeling off me. What a bastard. I'm just so upset at this - he could have bleeding told me! It's not as if I'm a spaz who can't take being told shit like that - I hate being lied to, and strung along. It's as if he was trying to keep me happy so that he could come back to me when he was bored. TWAT FACED COCK.



        On the plus side, the drummer of that band today was f2f!! Plus, he can REALY play that kit. Shame his lead singers not able to sing, if I weren't such a fraidy-cat I'd offer to sing for him... in key. hehe. I was missing my guitar so much today - it was freeezing! and I just wanted to play my guitar and sing and chill out. It's my relaxation - it's my world. It's the only thing that never lets me down.


   ANNNYway - I'm off. I'll probably end up on the phone to sasha soon *sigh*.

Blessed be
Sophia
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Bah, had another dip the other day - so I haven't really been on here much. Haven't done much really - probably not the best thing since I've 3 peices of coursework to be doing. Meh.

My mate asked me to define the word 'meh' for her. I said just 'Wih' - but it's got me thinking. My definition of the word 'meh' would be a sigh of sorts which includes the idea of 'I don't know' and also 'I don't care'. There you go Niz - a deffinition of 'meh'. I should make a dictionary of the words I use. Like, "Di phweginai pri dious tchentay" (pronounced dee f-weg-en-ay pree d-yoi-s chen-tay) is just a curse I use - like ffs, or damnit. But it sounds better. meep.
(Btw, meep means just 'i dont know' and is the sound of a whimper/shrug. just so you know)

Anyway - I'm supposed to be tidying my room - so I'm going to get back to that. I've an exert of 'a wandering diary' for you, but I'll copy that out in a bit. Luv ya'll

Blessed be
Sophia
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bah - tooth ache sucks. It gave me such a bad headache today I got to go home early to take pain killers. *sigh* too much to do, not enough time for me to just chill anymore. I have to phone Kiran aswell, me and Rachel have a concert tomorow - at the same time as the movie we're supposed to be seeing with Kiran... uh oh lol. I'm sure she'll forgive us.

   I'm so tired right now. I need to sleep off this headache, but I know I wont be in bed till late, mostly because Will's online. Correction, Will just logged off - fine, I no longer have any friends who I can talk to... bah. Note my new phrase - "bah". Not to be confused with the pronunciation 'baa' hehe. I was so hyper all of today - I've been bouncing and stuff - wonder what's up with me? I think I'm just hyper because I spoke to Will last night and he's being realy nice now we're not going out. I wish he'd been like this when we were together - but hey!

  Thinking about trying to find Arron at some point, see if he's okay - think I'm okay to do that now, without loosing my senses or anything. Miss him, but not so much now - I'm functional now.

  ARGH! I'm so hungry, but eating cains sooo bad. This is torture. I'm going to drink some hot chocolate - I refuse to go back to eating soup - I had waaay too much of that when I was ill. I refuse to be ill again - ever. Okay - so that's going to be hard BUT!!! - I'll manage it, honest.

  Been carrying some of my smaller gems around with me lately, and it seems to be keeping me calm and happy. So nice to always just have that little connections to magick with me - even if it's a tentative one. Chloe is still paranoid that I'm casting a spell when I play with my gems - I wont go into details of how you have to cast a circle and do lots of preperation before you cast a spell, let alone a Hex - which I seriously am NOT capable of yet! I'm nowhere near able enough to cast a strong circle, let alone a spell - but I'm not going to let THEM know that. It's always nice to be able to tell people you cast a spell on something to give them luck, or... well... anything like that. Used to do it all the time for AS and GCSE's. I know it's not fair to lie to people, but it helps, so you know? why not!

  Meh, I'm off to put my phone on charge and make a few calls on the land line. Love ya's

Blessed be
Sophia
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AHHH!! The competition is tomorow and I've still not written my closing speach - Jeeze, do I leave it till last minute or what???

Talked to my brother last night - it was great, he's realy surportive of my music idea - want's to help as much as possible :D Thats my CD cover taken care of hehehe.
       I can't get enought of Three Days Grace!

God I just want to cry, and cry, and cry.
I just watched grey's anatomy, and several of the main characters nearly died (infact, the hospital nearly blew up) and now all I can think is 'I don't want to die'.

I realy don't. And I keep thinking how the other night thats all I wanted to do, and I'm so... I can't explain it. I'm so scared. It's as if I was in a dark room, starved of light, and did things that scare me, but they seemed like the only thing to do - and suddenly this light flicks on, and I see the truth of what happened, and what could have happened - and I'm so scared.

I need to do my Coursework!!
So why the hell can't I do it?? bah - I give up. I don't care if it's in for tommorow morning. I've not had time. I'm more concerned about my closing speaches.
SHIT!! thats only in 2 days aswell. ***SOOO NERVOUS***

I will not Die
I will survive

Okay, I'll stop singing Three Days Grace (oneday haha). Those lyrics remind me of one of my own songs. It went something like:

I wont cry out for help
I'll do it by myself
I'll do it just let me try
I wont die
I wont sigh
I wont cry
I'll be alright
I'll be alright

Made that up on my way home one day - never really got fully developed. Maybe I'll write some verses for that actually.

My newest one is called 'Understand' - though it sounds like it should be called 'Alone' (because every verse starts with the refrain 'alone'), but yeh, I wanna get that recorded soon so that I can start sending my music out. So watch this space people! hehehehe.

I've noticed, most of my songs are severly depressing. 'Morning Song' is the only one that was ever... up beat. Its about how everything seems better in the morning, and that if you just wait until morning, everything will be fine. Still not exactly 'happy' but oh well.

I was singing Bette Midlar's 'Rose' today in the music room (The accoustics are great! Shame the piano's crap) and I was just... singing... and I could here people walking into Harroby House (where the music room IS) and asking each other "Who is that??" - well, unless they had any idea who I am... if they did they were like - "Is Lauren on that Fucking piano again!?!" hehehehe

Sooo much fun.

Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late


I love three days grace. Not only is their music amazing, their lyrics mean so much to me.

Why is it always one fight after another with them?? I'm so angry and upset at the moment. All my parents seem to do is argue about something or another - and if I happen to say anything my head gets bitten off. Sometimes I swear they yell at me just because they're bored of having a go at each other. Sometimes I wish they'd just get divorced or something. I can't take their crap. It's driving me insane.
I have so much work to do, and yet when I get home, I can't do it, because I'm guilted into doing something else - or I get distracted by something I love doing. I need to move out. Soon

Jeeze, I need to learn how to concentrate. I just can't do it at the moment! It's driving me nuts - I sit down to do something and all I can do is either stare blankly at the page, or write lyrics.
 Might be a good thing that I'm going into music - well, in my own little way. It's the only thing I realy want to do, apparently I'm pretty good - though I can always pick the holes in it. I don't personaly think I'm anything special, but, then, thinking about my self esteem issues, I might be wrong. Fingers crossed. Oh well, off to stare at more pages of lines that I can't fill. Joy.

well - i guess i manged to take more crap than i thought i ever could, because i'm still here.
Thats down to Will. Thanks to him i'm still here, not on my bedroom floor letting myself stop breathing.

 Now if some one said that to me before - I would have been like - you can't stop breathing - it's not possible. I wouldn't say that anymore. I swear, it was like the will to live had just... gone. I was already dead inside, so there was no reason to keep breathing. Everything had stopped hurting, I'd stopped making sense, and I didn't care. I was so mad at Will when he made me explain, because it made me have to think, have to feel again. I cried for so long and so hard it gave me such a bad headache, but now i'm okay. I think. He got me through it... I'm still not sure how, but he did. It's so weird, I was trying to phase him out of my life, and he's the one who ends up keeping me alive. I'm not sure how I feel anmore - but I've stopped lieing to myself. I'd pushed all that pain away, pretended it wasn't mine, and it just got so much.
There's a memorial to George, and I used to always smile when I saw it, because it was like seeing a person, and seeing how loved they were - but today I had to wipe away my tears as I walked past, because it still hurts. I hadn't let myself feel that for so long, it surprised me.

I'm not saying that I'm back in the game yet. I'm not fully okay - not by far - but I'm ready now to get through it. I'm ready to try again.

It's strange, the other day I was thinking 'I'm ready - I don't know what for, but I'm ready for what ever it is'. I think last night was it. Now is my time to start again - try again. I'll let you know if I make it.

x Lauren Sophia x

I've had the worst day. I just wanna lie down and cry. I don't want to be doing any of the stuff I am doing - how rubbish is that?
I don't like school - I can't be bothered to do my work - and... I just don't think I can handle the work load on top of this virus and everybody being annoyed at me cause I don't wanna do the stuff I'm 'meant to'. I'm so sore inside and out. I dunno how much of this I can take.

I keep thinking alot about death. I don't know why. I was thinking today how rediculous it would be for a religious person to speak at my funeral - what would they say??
"Lauren was a very good christian at heart... the fact she didn't believe in God, or Christ, or any of the bible didn't stop her being a good christian, and I know she is in heaven somewhere..." Bollocks! It's just so annoying - you don't go anywhere when you die (well - you're body goes into the ground I guess, or through an incinerator) you don't go to heaven, or hell, you just stop. It's not something to be scared of. When I die, I'm donating my organs then letting my family / loved ones decide what to do with whats left of me - it wont exactly effect me, will it? I'm not going to feel it or anything. Funeral's and that stuff isn't for the person who's died, it's for the people left behind. Maybe that sounds pesimistic to you - but it's realy how I feel.
I hope no one is upset when I die - I'll have had my time, I'll have had my time with them. Memories are all we are in the end anyway, so why cry about what we can't have anymore when we can smile about the stuff we had, the stuff we did, and the people we did them with. I know it hurts to loose some one - I've lost enough of them to understand that - but it's like .. I duno .. at their funerals, you look at that coffin, and - they're just not in there... it's not them, it's just an empty shell.
I remember when we were stood outside the church at Georgie's funeral, and I was thinking 'I can't believe they're going to put that amazing person in the ground, where it's dark and cold...' and then this breeze just pulled at my hair (Just like when she'd pull my hair as she walked past) and I realised, they aren't putting her in the ground, they're putting a shell there. A beautifull empty shell; and I looked up at the sky and just... felt at peace - Like saying goodbye.
I realy like the Gia theory. The earth energy calling you and you're experiences back to it and growing. Makes sense - but I don't mind if it's not real. I don't mind if that wind was just wind, because it's how it made me feel that counts - and it made me feel whole again.
I just... don't want people to hurt when I'm gone (and I don't intend that to be too soon in the future, don't worry). I want people to think 'that's a shame' but not hurt. Any way, I'm gonna go help mum with the vegetables, catchya in a bit.
Blessed be
Sophia
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My friend TJ has just told me that he's going to come to my all girls school to become a male prostitute in the girls shower room. I'm scared! He also told me he wants to have sex with 3 lesbians (all at once) and is telling me right now to ask if anyone wants to help?

Scared!!

Grrr  Im so sick of not having a mouse. Well, I have a mouse - it just doesn't fuckin WORK! which makes clicking on things rather difficult... sorry about any spelling mistakes, I'm tired so I'm typing with my eyes closed... laid down... on a pillow, with a quilt over me.... SOOO nice! Yeh - so, I'm kinda sleepy as I'm sure you can tell. I found out last night that I can type without thinking about it, which is kinda funky! so, yeh, not bothering to stay awake while I write my diary :P

I'm listening to Three Days Grace at the mo - they rock so hard!! Love it! aaanway - I'm also kinda knackered because I was handing out car stickers from about 10 ocklock this morning. Dunno why my energy is still so low - I've ginished the antibiotics... hmm, not sure. I'm deffinatly not up to 100% yet... but I will be soon - I hope.

I feel really... ready. Dunno why, or what for - it's just this feeling I'm getting. Odd or what? hehe.
"I could be mean - I could be angry, you know I could be just like you!" (love this song - sorry)
Well I suppose I'll go to sleep now, love ya!

Sophia
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