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Tuesday, April 25, 2006

9:32 PM


this wonderful wonderful poem below was written by someone and i saw it on fictionpress. and if the author of this poem ever ever sees this: YOU'RE A GREAT POET!

Scars of sorrow
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Have you ever known what it’s like
To wake in complete darkness
No one to hold you or take away your pain
Not a friend to spare an ounce of compassion
In this darkened hollow room
There is no trust, no comfort here
No escape from all of these nightmares
-
Stain of tears
Scars of sorrow
All my fears
Are for tomorrow
Are you here?
Are you near?
Could you cause this all to disappear?
Could you make it fade away?
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All I ever wanted was to feel
Anything but this pain
To drown in oblivion
And never come back again
But do you even care
When you’re standing there
Watching me cry
Waiting to die
I wonder if it would break your heart
To see my scars of sorrow
-
Stain of tears
Scars of sorrow
All my fears
Are for tomorrow
Are you here?
Are you near?
Could you cause this all to disappear?
Could you make it fade away?
-
I’m sick and tired of all these lies
Everything I try to tell myself
Cuts through deeper and deeper each time
What’s left to convince
When the world falls apart only to crash down on you
But you
I can see that you’re still here
You may be quiet
You may not speak or maybe it’s just that I don’t hear
But I know
You could make it fade away
All these scars and these tears
All my fears
They disappear when I know you’re here
When I know that you really care
-
Stain of tears
Scars of sorrow
All my fears
Are for tomorrow
Are you here?
Are you near?
Could you cause this all to disappear?
Could you make it fade away?
-
Could you make them fade away?
Make it fade away
Oh my light could you take this all away?

credits to: http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1819061

“karina… karina? Wake up sweetheart,” Karina shifted herself slightly and opened her eyes. She saw a most familiar face. An aging face that looked suspiciously like her mom’s framed with graying brown hair gazed at her with green-blue eyes filled with concern.

“au…aunt ma…Marissa?” karina stuttered, her mind reeling with many thoughts. Where was her mother? Her brother? She shot straight up and half yelled, “where is my mum? Aunt Marissa! Where is she? What about Lennis? Where are… where is… where are they?”

Karina watched in growing horror as her aunt’s eyes filled up with sorrow. She shook her head and glanced around the room wildly, “NO! NO! YOU’RE NOT SERIOUS!” she got off the bed she was on and grabbed the first thing she could lay her hands on and thrashed it onto the floor. It was an alarm clock, taking satisfaction as it shattered into many pieces on the floor. She glared at it and picked up the next thing she saw and threw it against the wall. To the utmost horror of her aunt, she thrashed the whole room. Perhaps to mere onlookers she was just venting her anger the wrong way, but deep in her heart, she felt anguish, helplessness, distress. Finally she just crumpled into the arms of her aunt and in a trice, closed her eyes in exhaustion.

“Poor darling, she just can’t get over it,” her aunt mumbled to her uncle Terence who had just stepped into the room. Lovingly, her aunt tucked her into the warm bed covered in pale pink sheets and brushed the hair from her forehead. Slowly, they left the room and closed the door gently.

The moment the door closed, Karina’s eyes flickered open and gazed around the room. It was painted a pretty pink and lily white. The furniture were all white and the curtains framing the huge window were pink, just like her bed sheets. She turned her gaze towards the outside of the window where it was still raining. Rivulets ran down the glass panes, the way her tears were trickling down her face.

COWARD! COWARD! What are you crying for? STOP IT! stop it! karina cursed herself mentally, clutching her head in her hands. Her eyes closed again and before she knew it, she had drifted off into a deep sleep.

When she awakened, she found her aunt sitting next to the bed, smiling at her motherly, stoking her hair. Karina managed a shaky smile and glanced at the window. It had stopped raining and the sky was as blue as it was before, dotted with marigold white clouds. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, illuminating the room.

“are you feeling better, hun?” her aunt Marissa managed to smile at her gaily, although there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. Not wanting to worry her aunt, karina nodded slightly and mumbled, “could I have something to eat, aunt Marissa? I’m feeling… hungry.” Apparently delighted that her niece had calmed down and was willing to eat, her aunt immediately got out and rushed out of the room. Just as Karina leaned back on her pillows again, someone knocked on the door and opened it a crack.

“oh!! COUSIN TRISSA!” Karina exclaimed as she bolted back up again. A pretty face with wide turquoise eyes framed with silky black hair with electric blue streaks peered around the door and gazed at the pale figure on the bed. Upon seeing the megawatt smile on Karina’s face, Trissa rushed to the bedside and threw her arms around her cousin in a gigantic hug.

“KARINA! I’m so sorry I didn’t see you yesterday, I was in school the whole day and when I came back mummy wouldn’t let me come in and see you ‘cos she said you were very tired and you wanted to sleep and guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat?!?!” Trissa babbled on tirelessly as Karina laughed gaily. Before she could even say anything, her over-enthusiastic cousin had continued, “mummy and daddy say that you’re gonna come with me to school on Friday if you’re feeling better and you’re going to live with us forever!” with that, she flashed a big grin which showed off all her pearly whites and zoomed out of the room.

(A/N: To save all of you from boredom and myself from racking my brains trying to think of something lame to say, let me end here now FIRST and my next entry shall be fast forwarded to -.-)









kitty_rulez:)


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Thursday, April 20, 2006

8:58 PM


I don’t know what possessed you to do something like that. But I do understand. Cuz at some point in time I wanted to do it too. But I couldn’t bring myself to. I wasn’t brave enough, I didn’t have the heart to just put it against my skin and slash. Maybe to me it was such a cowardly thing not to do it at the moment in time but now that I think back, I believe that I did the right thing. I know that at that point in time, the mentality is that no one else is gonna give a damn about you so why bother giving a damn yourself? Perhaps all this isn’t even my problem but I can say that we’re really really concerned about you ok. I can understand that, really, because I went through it too. It seemed like such a good idea didn’t it. Kill yourself and get it over with. Cut and cut so that it will hurt so so much that you can’t think straight and won’t focus on the hurt. In fact, if I really seriously cannot take it anymore some day, I’ll probably just whip out a penknife and do it straightaway. But think. It’s not that nobody cares about u. she’s right. People do care, but not the person you want to care. Have you ever thought that when others find out, they’ll be hurt even more? Like your family members? How would you feel if you found out that your child decided to scar himself for life? Maybe you don’t regret it right now but you most likely will, years later. You’ll regret the stupid thing you did. Sorry, no offence meant but it WAS a stupid thing to do. Like I said, I would have done it too, had it not been for the fact that I could not bear to do it. and if I think back after HAVING done it, yea, I agree that I will have no regret. I know how you feel and if you think you’re all alone, no. you’re not cuz no matter what, as long as we are frenz(yea that includes bunny), be rest assured that at least you still have us to care for you. Mushy as it may sound I’m serious. That’s what friends are for. They’re there for you to share your problems with. They are there to stand by you in times of need. Don’t be afraid to trust. I was afraid too. I trusted the wrong person too much. I ended up getting hurt. It took me years to learn to trust again and I’m still apprehensive but, it really feels good when you at the very least KNOW that there is someone there for you to tell your troubles to, that there is someone you can trust.so just want you to know that whatever it is, me n bunny r still here for you lah. And you know that the rest of your friends are too. If you would only, well, trust. I dunno whether im right or wrong and there is probably neither right or wrong but whether it’s right or wrong, I have no idea what I’m crapping on this line so forget it and cheer up. Tell us your problems if you want. Keywords: IF YOU WANT. We’re not gonna force you to but don’t think so much. Even though thinking is still good for your brain. Please please please don’t scare us so much anymore. Please.

And another thing. My progress report. I can go jump of the building now lor. Everybody thinks I dun give a damn when I fail my subjects. Really? I don’t think so. Tears fell but no one saw. Maybe it was because I hid them well. I don’t know. To YOU(another you not the same as the previous one) I did not study for my examinations at all. To you I just slacked and slacked and slacked the whole day, watched tv, played the computer and not study at all but that’s not true. I studied. I really did. This exam was probably the only one I ever really studied for in my secondary school years. But because I didn’t get the grades that YOU wanted, I did not study. I don’t see what’s the point of me slaving away at my work when the response I get upon showing you my results is: har? Jiang4 lan4 ah? sure, everything I do is lan4 to you. Nothing is good. No, not even my English getting A1. why? Because: 78 only? So lan4. why never score better? See lah. Never study, everyday watch tv watch tv. Exam come also don’t study! See, even when I get an A1 you’re still not satisfied. When I get 70+ you want 80+, when I get 80+, you want 90+, when I get that too, you ask me why I don’t get full marks and whether it is because of careless mistakes and you start scolding me again. But when I DO get full marks which was when I was young, you had no reaction. No praise, no words of “well done!”, no nothing. When I won a writing competition, I was so so so elated. I rushed to show you the letter I received that announced my results. And you wouldn’t even give me a second glance, claiming that if I could waste time on something like that, why couldn’t I score better results for my exams. So to you it’s all marks isn’t it. You want to know why I dropped so much. I don’t think it’s fair of you to accuse my friends of influencing me to become like this. Because they didn’t. You did. You kept saying that whatever I did was lan4. when I got high marks, you didn’t even encourage me to do better. Ok so you did. But did you praise me for doing well? No. I don’t need praises so that I can become even more swollen headed, I want them so that I’ll be motivated to do better! But do I get them? No! because all that I ever get is demands. Demands for better results! I got so sick of them I didn’t even know what the whole point of studying was for anymore. Everybody says that studying is for our own good, yes,. It’s true. But once you lose your interest in studying, it’s hard to get it back. And I lost my eons ago. Maybe I was inspired to do better but not by you. Because I wanted to prove to you that I could actually do very well. Nah. It didn’t work. Because I STILL didn’t get the marks you wanted! Is everything so academically based now? I have no idea. But I know that every problem has a root and I don’t know what this problem’s root is.

Ok so I was crapping for that last paragraph and didn’t know what I was saying so ignore it. maybe ill continue that story someday. J

Love,
Kitty~


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Thursday, April 13, 2006

8:38 PM


it all started out wrong. it was meant to be a happy day but it did not turn out to be. everything went wrong, nothing was right. she woke up to a dark grey sky with more storm clouds rolling in. the old gnarled tree outside her window was brushing it's branches against her closed windows, shaking violently as the wind tried its best to blow it over. somewhere beyond her closed door, she heard loud voices yelling at the top of their lungs.
"YOU BLAME ME FOR EVERYTHING! SO NOTHING'S YOUR FAULT HUH, EVERYTHING'S MINE!..."
"THAT'S RIGHT YOU WRETCH! I WORK ALL DAY, I SLAVE ALL DAY JUST TO MAKE SURE WE LEAD A COMFORTABLE LIFE AND WHAT DO YOU GIVE ME? TWO USELESS..."
"USELESS? USELESS? THEY ARE YOUR CHILDREN TOO! AND TODAY'S KARINA'S BIRTHDAY, KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!"
"I DON'T CARE! SHE..."
Karina felt tears prickling her eyelids as she shut her deep sea green eyes and buried her face into her pillow. she pulled her covers over her head and tried to block out the quarrelling voices. still, she could not shut out the slam of the door that reverberated through the entire house as either one of her parents stomped out of the house. again. she let out a sigh as a tiny rivulets started trickling down her face from her eyes. could they not let it rest for just one day? just on her birthday? it had always been like that since a long time ago. she was sed to it. but it had never been as bad as this. she could actually hear her mother sobbing in the kitchen through the walls.

she got out of bed and crept outside. her mother was sitting in a crumpled heap on the floor, her dark brown curls falling across her face.
"Mum,"Karina whispered, falling on her knees in front of her mother. the dark brown head lifted and gazed straight in front with a blank look in her gray eyes. Karina moved backwards in shock at the blank look in her eyes. it was scary, she had never seen her mother like that before. her eyes were red and swollen and tears still stained her pretty face. her full lips were now tightened into a thin, white line and her fists were clenched. slowly, she turned towards Karina and mumbled, "where's lennis? bring him out. BRING HIM OUT!"

"MUM!" Karina screamed as her mum started shaking her. hard. she wriggled out of her mother's grasp and ran to her little brother's room. her brother was curled up on his bed, still in his powder blue pyjamas, clutching a stuffed penguin. his gray eyes so identical to their mother's were filled with fright. his black hair just like his dad's was tousled. upon seeing Karina, he clambered towards her and she enveloped him in a comforting hug. he was shivering. shivering so bad, not because of the cold but the fright of his parents quarrelling. he refused to let go of the toy and buried his face in it, crying uncontrollably. Karina whispered soothing words to him and lifted him off the bed. gently, she coaxed him into the kitchen, into her mother's waiting arms.

Her mother hugged Lennis tight, stroking his back and calming him, even as she herself was taking in deep breaths to calm herself. Karina's eyes swept the kitchen, trying to note anything amiss. she had heard sounds of movement when she was in Lennis's room. there was something on the dining table which she had not noticed before. there were glasses of milk. presumably for her brother. she sat on the ground next to her mother and brother as her mother began feeding him sips of the milk, cooing at him, patting his back. gradually, he fell asleep in his mother's loving arms. she looked up at Karina and wordlessly handed her the other glass of milk. Karina took it and looked down at her brother. to her horror, she saw a slight trace of blueness tinging his lipsm there was even a slight bit of foam on his lips.

she looked back at her mum in wordless horror, her green eyes reflecting the pain she felt. the sky rumbled, finally sending its first tears falling onto the earth. the glass sliped from her hands and stumbled out of the house, fumbling with the door lock. she had no idea how far she ran, or how lond she ran, all she knew was that her legs pumped non-stop as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. she collapased under her favourite hangout, the willow tree next to the ever running stream, wet and shivering. the pouring rain made it almost impossible to distinguish the tears from the rain on her face. she huddled at the foot of the tree, curling herself into a tight ball and closed her eyes, feeling more teardrops well up under her eyelids the moment the others fell. she felt so much pain, so much agony....

TO BE CONTINUED...stop visiting for a week if u find this story too lame. thank you.


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Wednesday, April 05, 2006

8:36 PM


superficial. everything is all superficial. call me hypocritical, call me weird, call me crazy, call me a self-pitying freak but honestly, im getting jealous of something which i should not be jealous of.
is it me or am i losing the few people whom i thought were the only ones i could trust?
is it me or am i losing the few people whom i thought were the only ones who understood me?
is it me or m i becoming possessive of the only one who can really understand me?
is it me or is what im saying that easy to misunderstand?
is it me or m i finding it difficult to talk to people now?
is it me or is everything that's coming out of my mouth n up on my face all fake?
is it me or is every single tear that's falling out of my eyes right now filled with bitterness and anger and helplessness and some weird unknown feeling?
is it me or m i turning into a cry baby?

u told me to drop the facade if i wanted to, to b wad i really was. u said u wld be there for me. im sorry if i seemed like i was pushing u away. i juz didnt want to be too attatched to a person and thn be so upset when there's a sudden drift between us. n it happened. i shldnt have gotten so close to u. i shldnt have thought that we wld always b there for each other. sometimes, things may not b wad they seem. i told u b4 that iuf i showed what i truly felt,u wld wish tt u'd nvr known cuz im this really pathetic person. i want to let go but im still holding on. i nvr said that i prefered her over u guys! i juz think tt if this goes on, y not juz sit down n TALK? y not understand each other instead? thn agn, thanks for saying that u'll support me but i dun nd luck. i juz need someone to understand me.

salad, if u read this, thanks for being my agony aunt n rmb that im still urs too. :)


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This.Is.Me

Hello. This is Li Lin, also known as KO7 or Han (don't ask).
I'm currently trapped in a hell hole with uniforms that make us look like nurses.
I'm 15 and am just this close to killing myself.
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I think self-mutilation is acceptable.

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I want to study hard.
I want to be emotionless.
I want to stop giving a shit about everything.

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