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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

To all my readers:

**** I HAVE A NEW XANGA****

new year, new start, new xanga. Just the way it goes.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ADD MY NEW ONE!!!

Formally bel_disastro....

now...

drink_up_beautiful @....

 

http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=drink_up_beautiful

please visit, dont forget me (: This site will still be running until all my readers have made the switch. <33


Saturday, December 24, 2005

edit.

there used to be a time where i could never sleep on christmas eve because all i could think about is how amazing the next day would be. Every inch of it would be wonderful, no matter how horribly the day could go. Now, i sit at my computer on christmas eve thinking about when i was a kid, how much more things meant back then. Nothing is like it used to be. Nothing at all is really the same.

And im not just talking about the way i feel. My family doesnt really do anything it used to. We used to be so close. Everyone would come over to eat during the week. We hardly ever do anything like that anymore. Its really dissapointing to see what small childhood memories i do have be thrown away.

Chrsitmas time had always been just a magical time. This years things are just so different. It didnt feel like christmas, it still doesnt, and i can only pray that it does feel like it for me tomorrow. Now that im older, christmas just doesnt seem the same anymore.

Thats a let down.

Last year, all i was concerned about was my weight. What i ate. How i looked. This year, i need to make some changes. Things need to be different. I have this constant image of a girl who i hate to think is me, but she really isnt me. shes the old me.

i can get her out of my system.

and i need to try everything in my power to do it this year, becasue thats whats screwing me up.

I really hope this year brings me to good people and to good places.

I pray i can work things out on my own, before anyone has to do it for me.

merry christmas, happy and healthy always.

Love,

stephanie <3


i really wish i had a different family.

 

better yet, i wish i was dead.

 

merry fucking christmas.


Thursday, December 22, 2005

sorry ive been mia for a while (no pun intended... haha)

hope everyone has a happy and healthy holiday. Stay strong my loves.

heres a good new years resolution: stop being fat. haha, thats mine, whats yours?

see you after vacation <33

ciao bella

ps... read my work in the entry below and tell me what you think, im in need of feedback (:

 


Monday, December 12, 2005

what do we think?

 

 

Tears that resound in the echoes of screams

Are those which cannot be taken gravely

Lights at the ends of tunnels and roads

Ironic in their existence

Are illusions of salvation

In the presence of light

We understand

But in darkness

We fail to comprehend

Affluence has become necessity

While morality has taken second place

How much could existence possibly mean

While strife is the least of your fears

To follow a light would be remiss

You search for a gift and in return

Want the world

At the end of your ride

Lights become nothing more than stars in the sky

Too many to count

All alike in their value

Each signifying nothing more than the next

 

 

 

 



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