You are CLARISSA EXPLAINS IT ALL. She is a rad
chick with absolutely no fashion sense. If you
are a guy and chose this... you are gay.


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dont hold onto the past...
well thats too much to ask

you belonged to me
and i had a place to belong with you
constant, withstanding
you werent stripped away from me every other weekend
nor did you abandon me
for you boyfriend, or just someone more interesting
you defined me, i knew who i was with you
stuck with me through my transition to college
always there when i needed you
so much was given to me
its time to give back to you
time to rest, you cant go on anymore
after all...no car lasts forever

i wish i was enough of a part of your life to know what you are talking about
where your pain comes from
i wish i could make it better
wishing is nothing
action is everything
and i am an inactive sort of girl

of all the things that people have managed to overlook and accept about people, being fat is something that seems to be unforgivable and probably always will be. you can be mean, ugly, a smoker, shy, snobby or cruel to animals but put on a few pounds and you are all of a sudden a "plumpy bitch."

im so sorry for your pain
i wish i could be there for you always
yet always be there for me too
im not worth your tears, your struggle
girlfriends are supposed to be there for eachother
no matter what happens
so what does that make me
too tired to try
too selfish to care
too depressed to change
so i offer my apologies
seems to be the only thing i have left

my first year of college is more done than not.
i have 2 pictures from it...2.
did nothing fun happen?
of course not. how could it when i hide in my room all day only escaping for food and bathroom?
my room is littered with pictures from my recent past.
maybe i wanted to keep it that way.
lost all of my friends before. the pictures are what i have left.
no pictures, no fun times, no pain when i have to leave.
you hope that things just turn out.
not realizing that turn outs come from hard work
from putting yourself out there. from not hiding. from communicating.
i figured by the end of this year i would miss this dorm.
because of all the great times i would have in it.
i didnt give myself the opportunity to miss it.
ive tried to hate it from the beginning.

get a grip. nobody is going to feel sorry for me. and why should they. moping around like there is something after me has only gotten me this far. and where am i...nowhere important. how about i stop trying to make them feel my pain and give me their pity. hoping that pity will change something. its about time i made the change myself.

im sorry.
i dont know how to be a good friend.
am i a smoker
am i a bitch
or just a push over.
i dont know how to get what i want
should i keep my mouth shut
let it boil up inside
or should i just leave.
ive done it before
with almost everyone i know
i pushed myself away
not for a lack of fighting
more for a lack of words
no direction no honesty
walking on pins a needles
maybe my toes were strong
but my courage is weak
so afraid to hurt
just makes it worse

im sorry.
not the daughter you were looking for
not a christian
not wanting to be
maybe you want to see me in heaven
maybe i dont want to live to die
i wish i could spend more time with you
i wish i could get away from you
this isnt the way it was supposed to be
and i dont think i can do it anymore

why does it seem like everyone smokes.

it always has to come down to pain. avoidance of moving out of the polite stage will get us nowhere. im sorry you feel that way, but i dont know how to change. i dont mean to leave, im just trying to live. the hurt was inevitable but im still trying to step around it.
im sorry

im off balance. i dont know how to get back without hurting anyone.

i miss my legend. i didnt realize how awesome that thing was to drive until i had to be done with it. the little guy just sits in my driveway crying to be driven. and when the after market radio was taken out of it, the little shit decided it would start by itself from now on. it sat for 4 days and started. i wish i would have just kept it. im not supposed to drive it since the insurance is cancelled on it, but shhh.... i cant help but take it around the block a few times. the car was made to be driven. legends are the kind of cars you can be passionate about. other people think you're strange but thats because they dont know what its like. if you were going to fall in love with a car, this would be the one.

maybe im starting to like it here
i cant stay. it figures, now that i want to.
i might actually miss mankato.
its easy to dump on but it hasnt been that bad to me.

im stuck. i cant believe i did this to myself again.
i cant open my mouth, i cant be quiet, i cant ignore it, i cant make it go away.
expanding time makes me wish i had chose differently
suppressed
afraid to stand for what i believe
afraid to make that known
i'll hate myself if i don't
i know better than not to
i would rather be angry at myself then have someone else be
i need to make a change
i just want to be me.