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LOVE, death, dreams, drugs, family, finale, jail »

[12 Apr 2009 | Comments Off | 0 views]

Note: It’s done! I’m done! No more writing, yay! *stretches achy fingers* haha no I kid. I might come up with another new idea. Who knows? Anyway, enjoy! :* I was sitting on a rickety wooden bridge over a glistening river, betwee…

alcohol, dreams, drugs, guilt, sleep »

[2 Apr 2009 | Comments Off | 0 views]

Note/Warning: Coming to an end. I couldn’t stand to look at my reflection in the mirror. I could see her, anytime I managed to doze off, which was becoming exceedingly more difficult with every passing day. I dreamt of taking her hand …

bury, dead, drugs, joint, murder »

[31 Mar 2009 | Comments Off | 0 views]

Note: I’m starting to hate my story and my writing and college is sucking up all my energy. Ok, that was a lie. I would just rather do my nails as I watch America’s Next Top Model cycle 12 than write. Sorry! This story is coming to end soon s…

dealing, drugs, girls, joint »

[15 Mar 2009 | Comments Off | 0 views]

Note: there might be some mistakes, just keep in mind that I’m not an expert and people don’t give me straight answers when I ask! Anyway, enjoy! Like I’ve said before – constructive criticism is more than welcome! She took my br…

Friends, Lunch, drugs, family, joint »

[12 Mar 2009 | Comments Off | 0 views]

“Agool 5ala9t il application…?” 7amanee asked as he opened my bedroom door unannounced. He froze at the door, door knob still in hand, staring at me in utter shock. I sat on my bed, roughly twenty billion different emotions ranging from…

drugs, exam, junkie, name, nose bleed »

[8 Mar 2009 | Comments Off | 0 views]

I had to write my name at the top of the paper. The set of papers, a huge packet of them – it was exam time. I wasn’t even sure if we were doing French or History. I could barely focus on the instructions the teacher was giving. All I could…

drugs, memoir, paranoia »

[1 Mar 2009 | Comments Off | 0 views]

Some people wake up, stretch, and get on with their morning routine. They roll out of their rumpled warm beds, they bend over the side to search for their slippers and head over the bathroom, tugging their shirts down and pulling their bottoms u…