hey. im new. i figured id join, i dont have anything to do. do you people actually slash yourselfs? it IS rather messy... and it leaves visible marks, which ive found to be the leading cause of unwanted adult attention. i just pierce my ears again when i feel like doing something like that... just listening to three day's grace today, the song that goes "no matter how hard i try/never satisfied/this house is not a home/ ithink im better off alon/ you always disappear/ even when your here/this is not my home/ithink im better off alone" that is like my personal fucking theme song.wonderful dark lyrics are better.. like translations of Rammstein... you should read some of my poetry, its awesome...somebody is telling me to get off the computer...fuck off, prick...later.

I've made my journal half private half public.

I've been neglecting this place a lot.

I hate how people judge me without knowing what I'm really thinking.

When I'm quiet, thats when you'll know I'm thinking of a million things.

When I say I'm fine but took half a minute to reply, thats when you'll know that I'm not.

When I stare at you, its because I'm wondering why you're lying.

When I look at you and have a thousand questions in my eyes, I'm thinking whether you'll be there in the long run.

If I lay my head on your chest, I want you to be here with me forever.

And ever and ever.

oO

Um... Yeah.

Well, this is my first post here, 'cause I was figuring out how to do this, 'cause modern technology is crap like that.

Um... Yeah.

So...

I'm a girl, and I hate it. I hate having cramps, and waking up to find your bed sheets covered in blood. I hate the stigma, I hate the insults used for girls, I hate the sexual frustration. I hate the way men can still manipulate women.

Yeahh...

I made some banners, and a few icons (still making some more), but Photobucket's freaking out and I can't host them - will snap to it as soon as I can.

Stupid Photobucket.

Bet it's run by a man. :P

Mazzie - you... You're sweet. You really are. Nice to know what goes on in that head of yours.

Too bad I have no sweet words to return.

Love and fishcakes.

~ Clare

As this going public, thanks to Maz...

I've been instructed by Bolloxer to "Just be me". Of course, if it was my choice I'd probaly be dancing in Cyber Space in a mini-skirt and crop-top singing Britney Spears. You perverts! Not really. I wouldn't sing Britney Spears, maybe Christina Aqueliria (or however you spell the blonde tart's name), but not Britney.

Deep and meaningful? Ummm. Let's start with homosexuality. If you think you might be lesbian/gay/bi-sexual come out of the closet and say it loud and proud! Homosexuals are great people. If it wasn't for my heterosexuality, I might consider being one.

When your parents/guardians/employers say "I'm not angry with you, I'm just dissopointed" - it's bullshit. When they're disopointed they get depressed and ignore you. When they're angry they shout and try to kill you. There's a sharp difference. Unless they're angrily disopointed.

SEX IS PURELY PHYSICAL... if you use a CONDOM! Otherwise, you're leaving yourself exposed to the pure misery of babies... okay, babies are cute (when theyre not shitting, crying or sucking on your tit), but when they turn into little shits - about 6 - 11 years old - you hate them. they think they know better than everyone else. they also tell on you. so don't tell them you're having an affair with their teacher. they'll tell.

Keep your friends close by. They're the only people who take so much bullshit off you and remain your friends (even if it is after an extended period of hatredness).. unless you have one good boyfriend/girlfriend/dog who will always be there. (p.s. dedicated to rebecca nix - i graffited her mobile number on a bus shelter. she got pervs ringing her. she still forgave me.)

Otherwise, enjoy life, and remember a bit of pain is good once in a while. I'm not encouraging you to slit yourself open - it's messy. try falling out of a tree or wrestling with a great dane (such as my gorgeous dog, Onyx). All the pain, all the gain, no mess! (unless you climb a really high tree or wrestle a really strong dog).

That's all I have to say. Cheerio.