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.Diary.of.A.Girl.In.Pain. |
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.Click to go to most resent entry. |
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Entry Date: May 4th, 2004 |
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.Butterfly.Of.Broken.Dreams. |
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Good afternoon. Names don't really matter much to me, so whoever is reading this may refer to me as Osala. For those that must know, that is my blood name. Sure, I like Vampyres - If they give me candy - but I won't get into that right now.
I'm sure your'e wondering who I am, and I will tell you - in time. I'm not exactally sure who I am right now.
One of the few things I enjoy is writing poetry; mostly pertaining to darker and more morbid topics. I also have a tendancy to think quite a bit, although I tend not to share my thoughts because I usually end up right or I get the 'your fucking crazy' look. So I just don't bother. Most everything about me is greatly confusing to the outside world, which is why I mostly keep to myself.
As for my everyday life; yes, I do receive public education. And - of course - it is a great waste of my time, as most can imagine. I did have a boyfriend, but not anymore. I have my reasons, but I will not go into that at this time either.
-Osala- |
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Entry Date: July, 7th 2004 |
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.Second.Entry. |
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Due to increased nagging, I have decided to update this diary. I honestly don't have very much to say. For anybody who cares, I was gone because I was in the hospital for the past few weeks. Why? Because I was in another car accident and a fight. That's all. My life is really quite boring.
-Osala- |
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Entry Date: August 26th, 2004 |
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.Vision. |
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I remember the fire dancing across my eyelids, just...drifting in a sea of dreams. Water - the life-giving entity. Surrounded by the sounds and creatures of the ocean. So peaceful was the sound of water trickling down a hidden mountain stream. I struggle for air beneath the waves; and when I break the water's surface I find myself sitting in front of a water fountain in a public marketplace. A bronze woman pours water out of an urn, the water splashing in the morning sunlight. As I glance around this unknown place, I notice people shopping, conversing, and getting on with their lives. Shops and people coat the streets like honey. Like a fog I drift through them; unseen and unnoticed. And as I drift, I find myself being pulled further and further away from the chaos of the square...drifting back towards the sea of which I came from. Water surrounds my form yet again, and I welcome it - it feels so good to be home |
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Entry Date: August 27th, 2004 |
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.Fourth.Entry. |
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This mask, why do I wear it? Is it to protect myself from the world around me, or me from the world? I wish I could stop pretending...This smile, these clothes I wear; it's all fake. I can't be me - I don't even know who me is...
I'll stop my ramblings now before I confuse myself anymore. |
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