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The civil struggle over the invasion of Iraq has finally reached the grass roots. The peace movement, enlivened by the return of the two-party system (what, is it a democracy again, all of a sudden?) are reviving folksy tactics from the sixties, such as sit-ins and marches, in a quaint push to demand an immediate end to the occupation.

We have die-ins, candlelit vigils, rowdy rallies, and mock occupations of congressional offices. A courageous group, here on the West Coast, has been harassing dovish Democratic representatives, urging them to take a harder line on troop withdrawal, on the theory that Republicans are likelier to call the cops. But if we really want to stop the war, people, the protest is going to have to span from the boardrooms to the bedrooms.

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i hate being 15. it's like this sucky age where you have too deal with this shitty dramatic teenager crap but you can't drive or get a job so you have no income. i also hate living in indiana. there is absolutely nothing to do here. especially when you can't drive. i also hate the sucky music here. it's like people here have never heard of good music. theyre either listening to the crappy pop-punk shit or theyre listening to hip hop and pop. i hate my life and strive for acceptance. which i no doesn't make any sense cuz how do i expect anyone to like me or accept me when i don't even like myself. its not like i wanna be friends with them i just want them to stop judging me and be able to tolerate me. anyways hi.

i like industrial music.
sometimes i think go ask alice was a book put out by the government to get kids to stop using drugs.
i want an adventure but it feels like i never go out anymore.
i have a crush on one of my boyfriend's friends and he doesn't and shouldn't like me back.
i have weird dreams that i try to forget.
i just promoted for this community even though i've never posted in it.
i wish i had more people i could really talk to.

i wasn't in a rant writing mood, so i just wrote random things about me instead.

Haha, hey guys. I was just reading the rules and I guess I gotta start with a rant.

The names Kait and I'm 14 and I live in Connecticut. It snows during the winter and I fucking hate it because suprisingly, I adore school.. and snow keeps me from going to school. Anyways, I'm part of the social minority at my school.. I don't even know what they call me but I listen to bands like Brand New, Taking Back Sunday, Death Cab for Cutie and Sigur Ros. Theres some style set that I'm *supposedly* supposed to go by, but I don't think music defines a person... thats why I didn't label myself 'emo'. 'Emo' is a noun, right? Not an adjective. Thats why it pisses me off when people call me 'emo.' Anways, I'm a generally sad person because of somethings that happend in my past and sometimes theres points in my life where I just wanna give up. I get confused because they told me not to think of suicide, and then I do, and then I feel all guilty for actually thinking about thinking about it. Something like that. Is this too much for a first post?

yes, I'm not a bitchy girl, but things just seem to suck. I don't really have like.. bad days. I have bad weeks. Bad months. It is awful.

Ok, I'm done.

Feel free to add me, post comments, whatever.

k whatever, i'm new here & it just seems a cool place to get all the shit outta my head.
my best friend right, my fucking BEST FRIEND {apparently}, decides he's not gonna talk to me. fuck knows why. i saw him the other nite & we were discussing my new boyfriend & he's suddenly all like 'oh he's not your type & i know what's best blah blah blah...'. whats that about? i think i know my type better than him. i'm 17 btw & go to boarding school in the uk but am in dubai (a fucking boiling hell hole) for my half term break (which is bloody short - ends in 3 days!). so he hasn't actually ever even met my boyfriend.
anyways, all that & then i find out his parents don't even know who i am, i've known this guy for 3 years! some best friend! he's like 'oh if i told them anything you'd probably have a wedding ring on your finger by now'. whatever, just cos he's a boy & i'm a girl doesn't lead to that conclusion all the fucking time! & he doesnt have to do everything his mother says does he? christ! it just fucks me right off, he's mer my parents & they're cool with everything & totally understand we're not friends 'like that'. we're not casual sex buddies basically, which everyone seriously doesn't believe but whatever. still, my parents were cool, i'm sure his parents aren't that bad.
so anyways 2 arguments & he hasnt spoken to me for 2 days.
just wanted to let that out. little fucker!

beckie

Hey what's up? My name is Anna, and I'm here representing my community. I'm in no way new to livejournal, especially not to journals in general, seeing as I've been through almost every online journals available to cheap people. e_e; Anyway. I was here to invite any of you guys who like paintball, or would just like to chat with paintballers, or even ask some questions to join 👁 Image
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Interesting how my life is supposedly 'coming together' and I'm still as negative as ever. I have a job I'm doing better in college(sort of) and I'm moving in 3 weeks(which I've looked forward to being able to do for a while. I'm still going into rages over simple stuff. I just can't be happy. Fuck life.

I'm so sick of people killing themselves. And I hate losing friends, she didn't want to die, I know she didn't.

Well, anyway, here's a poem I wrote expressing my feelings.

=-Fallen Angel-=
the moon sets
as the nautalis rises
into the high and the light of the stone
speak to me
your the once fallen angel
damned to all evil
and darkness alone
but the light comes
on the wings of the dragon
flying across the foresaken Earth
I walk with you
to the edge of the cliff of what seems to be
the last time you'll breathe
so speak to me
your the once fallen angel
damned to all evil
and darkness alone
I can not stop
the fate that awaits you
the game of death has already begun
I've tried my best to guide and protect you
but you'd rather seek help
from a dull razor blade
your drops of blood morph into my tears
while I watch the rose bud blossom and grow
I will later use it
to place onto your grave
as a reminder to me
that I'm the friend that has failed you
so now your silenced and can not
speak to me
your no longer an angel
now your doomed to an eternal sleep
and lonely abyss
now I'm the one whos witnessed a tragedy
the weight of my best friend's suicide
will never be lifted from my shoulders
why? its because
its because
I was never there....


Tell me what you think of it...Oh, I'm new by the way.