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Name: Elizabeth
Country: United States
State: Minnesota
Birthday: 11/10/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Circus-ing, Singing, Dancing, WICKED, Avenue Q, Hair, any musical, Eating, Sleeping, Shopping, Hanging, Laughing, Crying, Dreaming, Thinking, Wondering, Thinking, Loving, Living...
Expertise: Ummm not too sure about that one... I'm really flexible! er... that sounds kinda wrong
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
AIM:  CircusStar
MSN: CircusStar@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  OnlyHope205@yahoo.com
Member Since:
3/14/2004
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| International Econ Paper (X) Work x2 (x) Jury (x) Macroecon exam (x) Macroecon paper (x) Physics Final (x) Connections Final (x) Pack--EVERYTHING! (x) Store -- EVERYTHING (x) Get the fuck outta here (/) So other than the fact that I am currently in SeaTac airport waiting for my flight--which is slightly delayed....I am done bitches. "it's a beard flip" | | |
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I'm so scared that this will happen to me.... Don't leave me while I'm gone...please... | | |
| You know you're emo when the entries get close together like this. I'm beginning to understand somewhat my dysfunctional relationship with food. It's sort of like cutting or other types of self-mutilation... in that its my attempt to not feel anything. I want to fill the empty spaces inside of me so full that I can't feel that they're there anymore... It's not nourishment. It's a numbing tool. hm | | |
| Is there any chance that I could go back, I could go back to yell before this couch, before this haze? I’d like to think I could go back. I’d like to blink this decade away. I don’t care the town is talking. I don’t care if the money’s out. It hurts my mind when I’m recalling what this life is all about. Is there any chance that I could go back, I could go back? I could smile before this mess, before this maze. I’d like to steal part of me back. I'd like to feel I have something to say. I don’t care if the sky is falling. I don’t care if the cradle breaks. Everyday I’m getting older. Everyday means more mistakes. Ask the ghost. Ask the television set. Ask your heart what hurts the most. How do I stand still and still move on? How do I go back to then? How do I feel beautiful again? I don’t care if it takes 2 more years spending time I’ll soon forget. Every year our friends get older. Every year there’s more regrets. Is there any chance that I could go back, I could go back? I could breathe before this couch, before this cage. I’d like to keep the pieces intact. I’d like to sleep and not fade away. I’d like to sleep and not fade away. | | |
| Flip on a switch, and everything’s fine –
No more lips, no more tongue, no more ears, no more eyes
The naked blue angel, who peers through the blinds
Disappears in the gloom of the mirror-blue night
But there’s nowhere to hide from these bones, from my mind
It’s broken inside – I’m a man and a child
I’m at home with a ghost, who got left in the cold
Who knocks at my peace, with no keys to my soul
And the whispers of fear, the chill up the spine
Will steal away too, with a flick of the light
The minute you do, with fingers so blind
You remove every but of the blue from your mind
But there’s nowhere to hide from the ghost in my mind
It’s cold in these bones – of a man and a child
And there’s no one who knows, and there’s nowhere to go
There’s no one to see who can see to my soul | | |
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