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The first time

Today was the first time that those who have an interest in my problems. After 3 years!! After 3 years, I queried whether I have a problem. Is humanity really been that ... has become superficial, that this process has taken more than 880 days?
880 days to me who asked me, who cares what about me until TODAY!
to clarify the issue:
chemistry lesson. The bell rang and all 9 people (including me) said good "bye" and made their way out. Kept me Fr.PF [The fact is that I will keep that person anonymous] on the jacket firmly. I turned around. Look a little puzzled. Who could have imagined the what then would happen? Patricia wanted to stay there (friend of my hand). Fr.PF said that she would find out without me. Patricia departed. I looked Fr.PF think I scared some and some curiosity. Then I have to put me. Yes ... And they have started. "Stefanie, I think that you want to achieve with your stories about what."
[Note my turn: Have given her 2 weeks ago some short stories and wanted to hear criticism, I will send what]
following facts I will describe in a dialogue, as my much seems simple.
Fr.PF: "Stefanie, I think, that you want to achieve with your stories about what. "
Me:
Fr.PF: "How do you get to those issues?" I
:
Fr.PF: "I mean, so sad and so. How? How this comes about "
I:". Do not know "look to the ground.
Fr.PF: "Has something to do with yourself?" I
:
Fr.PF: "Please, I want to know now!"
Me: "I do not know .. it's just ... "
Fr.PF" How so "
I:" .. I think when I'm depressed I read these stories halt ... "[yes partly true!]
Fr.PF:" So you you problems "
Me:" No! ". [Fingernails are drilled in the palm]
Fr.PF: "You can tell me quiet. I mean, why can not you write funny stories "I
". This is not me. "
Fr.PF:" There must be a reason yes "
I:" No "
Fr.PF". Ok "[seems to believe me!]
Me: * puzzled look *
Fr.PF:" Really no problems? "
I: * * encouraging smile," No "
Fr.PF:" If in order. I'm happy to read, do Go on. And what if ... "[* foo *]
Me: * nod *
" I " takes off, get out the door, with the student current with. No look back just a depressing feeling in the chest area.
SAY WHAT I WOULD BE! I do not say anything. Not a word.
Before I even in the warehouse where we need to gather for the next hour, I put on a grin. Haha. The world is beautiful and good. Now in retrospect I should
do not even know what I would say. I had a time where I felt bad? Insanely bad. Damn bad?
Or that I got injured. She would ask: Why and why. I KNOW IT IS NOT PROMISED!
Why should she know then. After 3 years and I do not say anything. But I trust you are not. None. And who know, everything. Every little word of my life, you must first create. Do not exist yet. And maybe I'll take all my past life to his grave. Some parts
know about it. Some nothing.
I am a living form.
would really be all better now. I have no problems. But I feel .... Ill. Totally unstable, mentally ready. SICK!
I enjoy my life, yes, I fucking love my life!
But then why do I feel Sun Why do I want to talk to everyone no matter what. To distract from the core issue?
Maybe.
I would talk so much.
speeches.
speeches.
speeches. But I read
it and hope that in 3 years again who asks if I have problems and I will say no, because I have no problems.
And I do not know what I have. I'm easy. A freak?
A wreck? Do nothing? A speck of the universe?
I like the time to turn back to the 17th July 1997. 16:00 clock to be sure.
I like to lie in bed and sleep. I may have never learned this guy six years to know it.
I may never be the same as I was. Why can not I be like I want.
I am a nonconformist. Today in English I said I was a conformist, on Hr.PD question. prevent bending, rebel, not only.
I could burst and it would not . Bring And now I have written and written, but it will not go better for me. I shall learn BIO. I get up tomorrow at half past 4th

I am a nonconformist. AND OFF. Even if it's only internally, for me I am. I bow to YOU NOT!


* My work now * just *

shadow and her true self.

It is only a shadow of itself
It lives only on the outside.
Internally - completely empty.
No feelings.
no mourning.
At the end of all emotions.

the way around. Only black thoughts.
First of happiness.

friends and hope.
suffered bruised abused; injured.

far? - Nothing left of the sensations.

shadowy figure in dark street.

When I see she is happy there is left

But you see
longer to her.
furtive glances
viewing. If one looks into them!

hard walled her soul, followed by a flood of pain.
What can they only have
so hurt?
bruised your hand.
Fine, red pattern. Truly
artists work.
I see it.
The cold eye.
black.
But a flame The fear
proposes
you in the face.
She was a happy man, always a smile open.

Will you be happy again, again completely satisfied?
Why?
Why?
must "I" just be "you"?

[Today I am an artist. xD]

tale

walled hard soul.
Schmerzensglut.
Whether they probably regrets things.
anger.

Tender small wrists.
red
Sun bruised, one concern '.
Dead,

A dream of dreams.
see - see?
A sea full of foaming tide.
fairy tale come true!


I am sooooooo Deppat xD

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catmandu_w @ 2005-04-25T14: 34:00

leave a reply with your name and I tell you something that I admire about you.
need Then you post this request but also in your own journal.

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catmandu_w @ 2005-04-25T14: 32:00

I do it because Angie after
xD I have a 2 in German -
My grades so far in 2 weeks:
PUP: 1
CH: 1
German: 2 -
GSK: 1 - or 2 +

I'm (very) good

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lazy .. lazy .. I! xD

xD I'm lazy about writing. _.
Yeah, that's me.
I have nothing to write.
history test tomorrow. WUÄH!
never Mag.
* baba * Do not know ...

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. it's amazing anything survives.



Yesterday, rain filtered into the car of Kati. The melted drops on the dashboard. “You’re a good friend of mine. I think you have a lot to say. I’d like to hear it…” (She said)
I close the door.

Today I drew a painting. Angels. Dark Angels. Dark soul. Nothing else.
I think that art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes me gag!
The next time, when I’m going to paint a picture, I’ll think of love, or hate, or joy, or rage – whatever makes me feel something.
My inspiration is gone. Pitiful too!
What’s the opposite of inspiration? Expiration? I’m full of expiration xD

I opened a paper clip and scratched it across the inside of my left wrist. Pitiful!
If a suicide attempt is a cry for help, then what is this???
A whimper, a peep?
I drew little windowcracks of blood, etching line after line until it stops hurting. Good feeling.
It looks like I arm-wrestled a rosebush.. Stupid, but expiration. Oh, I’m a genius *har*
But I know, suicide is for cowards. I am a coward? I dunno! Maybe?

I dunno nothing! Nothing nothing nothing!!!
Sometimes I think, how stupid could I be?
I feel ill, sick, crazy.
I hear a cracking inside me, my ribs are collapsing in on my lungs, which is why I can’t breathe. I stumble down the hall, down another hall. (Awful thinking!)

No hope, no time, not even a silly, geeky boy who would like the girl inside I think I am

Good bye world!