Nothing you can do will hurt me, I am indestructible.

The kiss of death wasn't from you to me. It was from you to her and it killed me.

Thank you for making me realize. But, I couldnt help but notice the glances you were sending me.

My heart may not survive the bruises you're giving it. It won't make it through tonight, darling.

Long live our car crash hearts.

xoxo.

diarying hard lately.

oh green grass how i will miss you.

hopes of spring fill my mind.

.ox

Darkness falls and I have no where to hide.

Someone once told me that everything goes colorless when the dark falls upon it. Light = color. Color = beauty. But beauty does not always = color. I find beauty in the night. Although, darkness is an illusion. I cannot always tell the difference between what is real and what is the shadows playing tricks on me. I know they laugh at me. I can never figure it out. Everything's distorted at this hour and I can't find my way around my own house. The color's gone. The illusions are turned on. Where to go?

Heart without a home.

xo.

Our breath rose in the cold like a hundred souls escaping

I find it funny that for the whole day I only longed for one thing. One simple thing. I waited and waited just so I could come home and drink my Dr. Petter. I'm such a child. That's all I cared about today. Now I'm going to go do it.

If I only get one wish while I'm on this Earth, I'd wish to be able to see for real again. I want to wake up and I want to be able to see five feet away from me. I don't want to have to reach over for my glasses. I don't want to have to worry if my contacts will dry. I want to see the world for real again. I don't want to use something to help me.

double xo; hannahmarie.

Take me to your grave and set me free.

Sitting in the backs of cars reminds me of when I was younger. Getting to sit in the front was like growing up. All the big kids got to do it. I always sat in the back waiting for the day it would be okay to sit up there next to my Mom or Dad. It's almost like a drug now. I always have to sit in the front. Never the back. Pretty soon I'll be in the drivers seat. I'll be wanting to sit back there again and go back to being the one getting drove around everywhere.

It's official. The summer is dead. The fall is coming. I'm aspiring to be a princess. October's coming quickly and I honestly can't wait. September's going by too slowly, to me. School just started and I feel like I've been there all my life.

I can't track my thoughts anymore. When it rains, it pours. When I cry, it floods. I asked myself yesterday if they really cared. I think some of them do. I think some of them were also just surprised. I'm not sure. All those eyes were on me and for once I didn't want them to be. Stare stare stare. Go away.

Even when we try to be different we're all still the same. There's always someone out there who likes the same things you do. Who dresses basically the same as you do. Who has the same new attitude you do. I try not to care about being different. I'm working on being myself. So far, it's working.

xo. thegirlwiththethorninherside

And when the land begins to call, the sprites they dance, the leaves they fall.

Autumn and I have a love/hate relationship. It loves to kiss my lips with it's cold breath and I hate to receive these kinds of kisses. I had my first caramel apple of the season and it's not even official yet. It's too early, but I enjoyed it all the same. Even if I had to force it down my not so normal throat at the moment. I really do think I wait for the apple cider and crisp smell of autumn air. I love the changing of the leaves for the most part. The crimsons, the oranges, the yellows. It just saddens me to see the summer die away so quickly. I saw a leaf fall today and I felt an imaginary tear roll down my cheek. "Goodbye."

I think sometimes I'm the only one who enjoys the smell of the burning leaves outside. I don't let myself enjoy stepping outside in shorts and a t-shirt in the cool air and smell the burning. I don't let myself enjoy autumn. (Or winter for that matter.) I've come to hate it. It means winter soon. I don't like winter any more. I dread snowflakes falling onto my backporch. It's not the same anymore.

The only time it's alright is when Christmas is reporting in.

xo hannahbanana

The Devil's made a play this September day to hurt the ones I love.

All day I've been thinking about this day and what it means to other people. Now, I'm taking the time to think about what it means to me. I remember the day it happened. I was ten. I was in fifth grade. My biggest problems back then were if I wanted ice cream or if I'd make it in middle school with the 'big' kids. I remember sitting at lunch and getting told about it. Granted, it was around twelve o'clock and the attacks had already been happening for a few hours, now. It didn't mean much then. I didn't understand. I didn't understand what was happening. I remember the teachers telling us. The looks on their faces. Their attitude. I could tell it was big, but it didn't mean anything to me. I just mocked everyone else's emotions to try and understand. But, I didn't.

Now I do. The past few years I started, but now I really, really understand. Probably not the greatest of understanding like other people ... that doesn't matter to me, though. I can see the pain on people's faces better now. I can read their eyes and know. I know how much it hurts for those people who lost family members and friends. I can see how much this has effected the United States of America. The past few days I've heard more about the president before ours now and I understand. I understand. My eyes aren't that of a naive little child now. They're not as pure as they were. They can see and understand things better.

They can see that the United States has come closer from all this. There's still so much hate and crime out there ... but we've grown closer together as a country. I've never been prouder to hold my flag or have it waving outside my house, catching the rays of the sun. I've never been prouder to stand on this soil and put my hand over my heart and recite those words. I've never been prouder to sing the National Anthem at the top of my lungs. I've never been more supportive of George W. Bush. You may not like him. You may even hate him. But, I don't. I don't care what you say, either. He is sincere. He loves this country. And he will protect us. I feel safe(r). I know now there will hopefully never be another attack like that on this country.

I thank everyone who helped on 9/11. Those who lost their lives and those who didn't. I thank the passengers on Flight 91 for being courageous and fighting back against the impure. They hurt us, yes. They devastated us for awhile (and maybe even still), yes. But they also made our country stronger. There's a lot that can still be done in this country, but I'm not that worried about it. I thank God for my life. I thank God for not making that worse. And I thank God for giving us hope.

I hope you all can someday thank our President for what he's done and what he's doing. Think for yourselves and don't believe everything you hear. I thank him. You should too.

Remember. September 11, 2001

xo theproudamerican.

I'm the now or never type.

Today it was another gloomy day. Until I swore I saw the sun peaking through those clouds. Oh, how I've missed my sun. My smile and laughter are never as bright without it.

I am the shadows.

It's funny how I sit here and secretly wait in hopes of your screen name showing up on my buddylist. When it doesn't, I get dissapointed and wait for tomorrow.

Sometimes I feel stupid.

But, right now, our conversations (real or fake) are the only thing I seem to care about.

Sometimes I feel stupid.