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easilyamused (Sad depressed confused suicidal...(but I won't))

Member #28266 created: 2005-09-15 03:52:25Simple URL:   

Name: Kaleb Ashby


I said I needed my family. (I only wanted three people in that pic, this was so much better, I didn't think this many people thought of me as family)


You should love me.

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BeggarCrazy kid

I am a beggar because I never buy my own food. I am crazy because I am always makinga fool out of my self, but I enjoy it. Oh yeah and I like TACO'S. I read Harry Potter and I love Slytherine.

Read this it is very sad.
I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
you told me not to drink, Mum
So I had a Sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice,
and your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended,
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car,
sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mum
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,"
Mum, His voice seems far away.
My own blood all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
"This girl is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive,
now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mum
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mum
tell daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven,
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
that it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mum
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mum,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say I love you, Mum
So I love you and good-bye

You can't buy me...I have no desire to be yours...With the exception of one


1) you accidentally enter your password on a microwave.

2) you haven't played solitaire with real cards in years

3) thE reaL reason for not staying in touch with friends is that they don't have a screen name

4) you'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing to button on the tv.

6) your boss doesnt even have the ability to do your job.

7) you read this list, & keep nodding and smiling

8) as you read this list, you think about sending it to all your

9) and.. you were to busy to notice number 5.

10) you actually scrolled back up to check that there was no 5

11) & now you're laughing at your stupidity

LMAO!! I actually did scroll up and laugh at my stuidity

This is a sad short story that made me cry.

Fag!” “Poof!” the jeers and taunts echoed in Sam’s head. He blinked mud and tears out of his eyes. It was the second time in a week he’d been pushed into the mud. They were constantly picking on him. Because of who he was. Because he was gay. He wished he had never told anyone. It was the hardest thing he ever had to do. To admit it to himself, to come to terms with it.
He had always suspected, he knew he was different. He had really never been interested in girls. At least not to the same extend as the other boys. Sam was 17, and only in the last year had he come out. He told his parents, and his girlfriend at the time. Joanne had not taken the news too well, and had spread it around school.
For the past 7 months he had been the target of everyone’s jokes. And he hated it. The taunts, the teasing, the cruel jokes, the physical abuse. If he could hold on another 3 months the school year would be over and he would never have to come back. But those 3 months were not going to be easy.

Sam picked himself up out of the mud and slowly collected his books and bag. His bag was ruined. Just then the bell rang, to Sam’s great relief. With a few more jeers and taunts the rest of them headed back towards the school building. Sam decided to skip last period. It was only P.E and Sam didn’t feel as if he could face them.
Especially Jackson. Jackson was good looking and popular and the ringleader of the gang that made Sam’s life a living hell.
When Sam arrived home his mother appeared in the doorway. “What happened?” she asked frantically. “Was it that Jackson King again?” she looked furious. “That’s it! I’ve had enough. I’m going up to the school.”
“No mum just leave it,” Sam pleaded. “It was nothing.”
His mother gave him a look but said nothing. Sam walked past her into his room and shut the door. Why him? Why did it have to be him? Even when they didn’t know that he was gay they had picked on him. On the way he dressed. On the way he spoke and acted. About the fact he didn’t have any friends.
The last point was the one that hurt Sam the most. He didn’t have any friends. Everyone thought he was just too weird. The only friend he had was Joanne. And then she just turned her back on him and spread around his most precious secret. He felt like the loneliest person in the world. A single tear slipped down his cheek.
That night Sam didn’t leave his room. All these thoughts kept running around in his head. Around one in the morning he fell asleep. The next morning he dressed ready for school.
“Are you sure?” his mother asked anxiously.
“Yeah” he replied. “ I can’t keep running away from them.” He headed out the door. Thankfully he didn’t meet anyone on the way to school.
As he walked past the toilets when he arrived at school, a pair of hands reached out and pulled him inside. “In here, fag.”
He recognised the voice as Thomas Johnston, one of Jackson King’s lackeys. He was pushed to the floor. Sam couldn’t see anything, as his eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness yet. He felt something warm seeping through his shirt. And it smelt. Urine. They had urinated on him. He heard them laughing as they ran out of the building. Sam stayed where he was, tears coming to his eyes. He hated them. He hated himself. He hated his life.
Sam left school early again that day but he didn’t go home. He knew it would only lead to awkward questions. Instead he went to the beach. He had always loved the beach. Somehow it seemed to calm him. He sat there for hours. How long exactly he didn’t know. He thought of a million different things. There had to be some way out, he would do anything to make it all stop.
When he got home there was a note from his parents saying they had gone to a friends and not to wait up. The note made him feel even lonelier. Sam was staring blankly at the empty TV screen in the living room when the phone rang. He picked it up. The voice on the other end said, “We know where you live fag. Watch your back. We’ll get you.” And then the phone went dead. Sam hung it up, shaking.
When Sam arrived at school the next morning, a voice floated across the lawn to him.
“ Hey Matthews, get any phone calls last night?” the voice belonged to another one of Jackson King’s friends. Just then Sam saw Jackson King himself coming towards him.
“Have a nice evening Sam?” he asked, a strange glint in his eyes. “You know we don’t like you. You’re a freak. Trash. A waste of space. But be careful. Because we’ll get you.” He gave Sam a very unsettling smile and walked away. Sam was very surprised that the rest of the day passed without incident.
When he got home, he knew there was something wrong. The lock on the front door was broken. He cautiously went inside. The scene that met his eyes caused him to suck in his breath. The whole living room was trashed. The TV and VCR were gone. The couch was ripped and a window was broken. All the family photos were broken. Even the huge one that hung over the TV that had been taken last Christmas.
Sam walked over and knelt next to the ruined picture. They all looked so happy. But now the glass was broken and someone had slashed his face. Sam slowly stood from where he has been kneeling. His eyes were full of fury and sadness at the same time. He started to cry. It was all his fault. The house was ruined. His parents would hate him. He wasn’t worth anything. The world would be a much better place without him.
His eyes fell on a sharp piece of broken glass on the floor. He picked it up and looked at it. It was really very pretty in a way. In one quick motion he slashed the glass across his wrist. It stung. Sam cried out. Now the other one. He looked at the bright red blood spurting from his wrists. It hurt so much. But at the same time felt a sense of relief. There would be no more pain. No more suffering. The room blurred as he fell to the floor.
He saw nothing else.

This is a song I love/wrote. Wow I am conceded.

I sing for you and only you
Wherever I go I find you
You’re in the sound of every hello
In everything I do
You’re the song I was destined to know
And I only sing for you

You went away. I should have known
You leave so many dreams behind you
Thought I’d be fine just being alone
I didn’t have a clue
But my heart had a mind of its own
And would only sing for you

You’re in the sound of the rain
Clouds in a winter sky
In a thousand unsaid words
In a thousand crazy reasons why
You were meant to fly

So fly for me and day by day
I’ll keep hoping your heart reminds you
Nothing but love can stand in our way
But love can see us through
Maybe that’s all I wanted to say
I will always sing for you
I will always sing for you

1) When you r sad.... I will get u drunk and help u plan revenge aganist the sorry a** who made u sad.

2) When u r blue.... i will dislodge whatever is choking u.

3) When u smile...I'll know u finally got laid.

4) When u r scared... i'll rag u about it every chance i get.

5) When u r worried... I will tell u horrible stories about how much worse it could be.

6) When u r confused.... I'll use bigger words to piss u off.

I much rather be hated for who I am, than to be loved for who I'm not:)

One night a guy & a girl were driving home from the movies. The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feelings had changed & that it was time to move on. A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note. At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He swerved right into the drivers seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she pulled it out & read it. "Without your love, I would die."


Sex is like math
You add the bed
Subtract the clothes
Divide the legs
And I hope you dont multiply!!!

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But whips and chains excite me.
So throw me down
And tie me up,
And show how much u like me!!!

Sex is not the answer!
Sex is the question!!
Yes is the answer!!!

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Condoms break
So watch who you screw!!!

Have fun in the sun
Get laid in the shade

now Who has to know
i love him i love him i love him so fucking much I love you james.

1. Kiss on the hand.... I adore you
2. Kiss on the cheek... I just want to be friends
3. Kiss on the neck... I want you
4. Kiss on the lips... I love you
5. Kiss on the ears... I am just playing
6. Kiss anywhere else. Lets not get carried away
7. Look in your eyes ... kiss me
8. Playing with your hair... I can't live without you
9. Hand on your waist... I love you too much to let you go

Me and james have done all 9

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.

When broken bodies lay about
"And blood was everywhere,"
"The sirens screamed out eulogies,"
For death was in the air.

"A mother, trapped inside her car,"
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
"Oh, God, please spare my boys!"

She fought to loose her pinned hands;
"She struggled to get free,"
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.

Her frightened eyes then focused
"On where the back seat once had been,"
> But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
"She did not hear them cry, "
"And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, "
> "Oh, God, don't let them die! "

"Then firemen came and cut her loose, "
"But when they searched the back, "!
"They found therein no little boys, "
But the seat belts were intact.

> They thought the woman had gone mad
"And was traveling alone, "
"But when they turned to question her, "
They discovered she was gone.

> Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
"In beseeching supplication, "
> Please help me find my boys!

They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
"Their jeans are blue to match."" "
"One cop spoke up, ""They're in my car, "
And they don 'don't have a scratch.

They said their daddy put them there
"And gave them each a cone, "
Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.

"I've searched the area high and low, "
But I can't find their dad.
"He must have fled the scene, "
"I guess, and that is very bad."" "

"The mother hugged the twins and said, "
"While wiping at a tear, "
"He could not flee the scene, you see, "
"For he's been dead a year."" "

"The cop just looked confused and asked, "
> "Now, how can that be true? "
"The boys said, ""Mommy, Daddy came "
"And left a kiss for you."" "

He told us not to worry
"And that you would be all right, "
And then he put us in this car with
"The pretty, flashing light. "
"We wanted him to stay with us, "
"Because we miss him so, "
"But Mommy, he just hugged us tight "
And said he had to go.
He said someday we'd understand
"And told us not to fuss, "
"And he said to tell you, Mommy, "
"He's watching over us."" "

The mother knew without a doubt
"That what they spoke was true, "
> "For she recalled their dad's last words, "
" I will watch over you."

The firemen could not explain
"The twisted, mangled car, "
And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.

"But on the cop's report was scribed, "
"In print so very fine, "
> An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.

I am a A Sand Dragon!

Hey, I took the online Inner Dragon quiz and found out I am a Sand Dragon on the inside.

In the war between good and evil, your inner Dragon self is rotten with the stench of EVIL....
When it comes to the powers of Chaos vs. those of Law and Order, your inner dragon is a risk taker and answers to no one....
As far as magical tendancies, a Sand Dragon's nature does not lend itself well to the ways of Magic....
During combat situations, the Sand Dragon shows a preference for the rending and slashing of Hand to Hand combat....
Sand Dragons are covered in tough tan skin with orange highlights. Sand Dragons are so well camouflaged in their home habitat that they are often nearly invisible while approaching, except for their brilliant green eyes with flecks of yellow and blue.'
Sand Dragons tend to live in desert areas or remote islands. The Sand Dragon primarily lives in underground caves and caverns, but has been known to build it's home by burrowing into the sand and heating the inner walls until they turn to glass.'
Sand Dragons are social beings, as far as evil dragons go, often working with each other to destroy a common threat or to achieve a common goal. They live in packs and choose their leaders by fierce battles that often result in the death of one combatant. The Sand Dragons primary breath weapon causes powerful sandstorms hurricanes.
This Dragons favorite elements are: Glass, Strength, and Anger


Age: 15Year of birth: 1991Month of birth: 7Day of birth: 2

Gender: male

What do you do?: Something in between

Place of living: USA-Illinois

Exact place of living: Rock Falls

Known languages

Elfpack crew wannabe: Yes

hip hopjazznew age

Other interests
beerbookscard games
role playingsingingscifi

Civil status: involved

Sexual preference: same sex

Body shape: normal

Height: 162

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