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Jan. 1st, 2013

Tempest - Lorelei

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Apr. 29th, 2010

Tempest - Lorelei

Farewell, Adieu, Au Revoir

   Today I am moving out of my dorm and back home. I'm chomping at the bits for my mum and step-dad to get here with boxes. I have mostly everything packed away so there will be little work to be done. I just want out of here and back in my own room. I will be without the net for about a month, or at least until I get to England, so posting here will be scarce or nonexistent. But all the same I will be working during this time. Heaven knows I need the money.

  In other news, since I will be traveling abroad for two months this summer I decided to create a travel blog. I won't be updating it any until I am in England, but I thought I would go ahead and post the link here. :)

mysticbard.wordpress.com/
  I'm still trying to work out a few kinks on it until I am happy with the way it is set up. And I could use a good creative title instead of "The Adventures of  a Pirate". But I am a pirate...I'm going to be boarding Lord Nelson's ship...perhaps I should just stick with that. :D The only downside is I know other people, who don't know the extent of my affiliation with pirates, will be reading it and I am sure they will raise an eyebrow. But who cares. That's me.

  I also decided a Flickr account to host the numerous photos I will be taking so I can share it with others. Granted it will be directly linked to my travel blog I thought I would still provide the website here as well.

www.flickr.com/photos/wayfaringbard/

  Still trying to work out kinks on this site as well. (More like trying to learn how to use it.) Just excuse the one picture I already have posted. I was making sure the silly thing worked.

  Well, that is all for now. I will see the lot of you on the other side of the pond. :)

Apr. 25th, 2010

Tempest - Lorelei

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Sometimes I Think Too MuchCollapse )
   

Apr. 7th, 2010

Tempest - Lorelei

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   Maybe I am going crazy. I feel like I am in some sort of psychotic ward and no matter my behavior I am deemed crazy. If I act normal then I am crazy. If I act crazy then I am crazy. No matter the behavior my diagnosis will always be crazy. You can't just be emotional because that makes you unstable.

  I also feel like I am standing in a crowded room, screaming to the top of my lungs and no one is listening. Do these people not see it? What story has she told them? Barely a week ago she was still leading me on to believe she still wanted to fix things and I was stupid enough to believe her. Yet she played me for a fool, has the gall to call me obsessed because I am hurt, and her friends believe she deserves to be happy. How does anyone who causes the same hurt repeatedly in a matter of months deserve to be happy? What right do they have? If she didn't give a damn about what she did to me then why does she deserve to be happy? I want someone to answer that question. I'm the one that deserves to be happy after she ripped my heart out of my chest. I am the one who needs a day where I am not waking up in pain and ending that day in tears.

  Do I have every thing all wrong? Am I seeing things backwards? Am I going insane?

  I wish I could pull the wool away from everyone's eyes and show them what has really been going on. I can guarantee none of her friends knew that she was still talking to me. Most less the things she was telling me, I want to scream and pull my hair out from frustration. Its just more damage, more emotional harm.

  I could hurt her. I still have that letter saved to my computer. Just a couple of clicks would ruin her little happy world. Its not like she can do anything worse to me. Her cruel words of calling me obsessed because I was in love with her are very piercing. She deserves to get her heart ripped out her chest like she did to me. Not including her amount of deceit.

 I hope she gets her heart crushed. Its the least she deserves.

Feb. 1st, 2008

Alphabet of Thorn

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    It is like mother says, everyone we meet in our lives we meet for a reason.

   I believe that very much with Mr. Knockemus. After a very disappointing set back concerning college I emailed him with the problem I faced. He called me today to make sure I was okay....it really meant a lot. He told me to check my email so I did. After a discussion on what I needed to do he left me this beautiful poem by William Stafford called "Ask Me".


 
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.

I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say

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