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Journal: 'Enlightenment' -------------------------------------------Mood: Woohoo...a Month's Absence. Boogers that I'm still here... Well, its been a month of... not Rping. o.o Anyways, Heard of e pathetic ratarded hacker, yes. However, I've seen more fakers than deem to be. There r people out there who jus wanna vent whatever they wanna say, and get away by saying 'ITS E HACKER!!!' Hell ya, its frickin' possible. Totally. And I've also heard of Es ppl leaving, e Rp section AND writings section. WTF?!?! Okay seriously that actually wasn't surprising AT ALL. I knew it was bound to happen. People tend to be pure fuck-tards, there's no more of any much lovely people like those in a past who always make an effort to comment e very least. And slut-tards (both female and MALE) who always post a comment as 'Yea it was awesome love it you rock keep writing' with absolutely no relation to the writer's writings. Seeing those comments on other peoples' writes just tick me off. And ticking off is SOOOO ISN'T MUCH when it comes to me. REALLY NOT MUCH, YEA. Believe that statement that pissing some fiesty girly like me isn't much, guh. I can make e hell out of anyone's life as I please through simply words. But this isn't the point. I hate to say this about e Rp section, but socialising among fellow rpers makes e whole site worse twicefold. I mean really. Get pissed off at me yea. You guys who rp know what I'm talking about. It all starts out with strutting out hideously obvious 'cuteness'. Then outcomes sticking your ass to 'family'. I've mention this somewhere in my journals, that socialising much outside rping life PRACTICALLY DESTROYS the point of having truly fantastic role playing. Of course, on a once in ALL OUR LIFETIME exceptions. But I'm not too sure whether V.M made such a breakthrough. And finally, the point is that Es is damaged beyond reapair. I'm gonna make a few ppl read this before I shall, for a final time, leave for good. Be hussy wussy denying certain circumstances, that means you have yet to really enjoy Es in any one time in your life. Well that's just too bad. I did. And huh? My love for roleplaying? I've somehow had just felt like moving on. No more desire to roleplay anymore, yea. Don't ask me why, how, or e other four W's, I've just moved on. Yesh, sorry for e stupid, corny title, but that's how I'm feeling like, As I set my fingers to type this entry, Throughout e entire process, And by finally ending this whiny-ranty journal entry. It was too late from e begining anyway, its only now I've realised This incurable damage to something I was loved... How stupid of me. And somehow, joyfully, I'd gladly end all ties with Es. Adios. ...Created 2007-08-13 06:57:58

Journal: Erm... -------------------------------------------Mood: Yeay!! I feel better after I re-debut a very original rp of mine, Endless Dream. It had loads of potential the first time I made it, which was like faaaar faaaar back a longlong time ago, so yea. I hope to make it good. I desire for this to be real good. *Clasps hands in a prayer and chant* >.< HURRAH. Es might just get back onto its feet. ...Created 2007-07-15 06:52:14

Journal: FUGGA!!!!!!! -------------------------------------------Mood: Self- explanatory, much? I'm back for no apparant reason. Like what I've said to Poppi, I was so freakin bored than I finally log in to try killing my boring ass off. YET its still so effing boring in the Role Play section. Like OMIGAWD. Its seriously rotting. Any single bits of originality are fading away, minds of creativity will get sapped out dry immediately upon the seeing the dying state of Es RolePlay. I mean seriously. Rants over. I'm back. So what am I suppose to do? *Tosses the twin-middle finga(s) to school building, skipps happily over to continue posting this journal again* ... Its all e dumb ganging stuff. Ppl r unwilling as to even faggot rp with a stranger. Getting to know each other fully destroys e whole mystery of rping. I guess thats why es rp of e past was so fantastic. Now this seriously sux. Sorry to those offended. But too bad. Unles u prove to me how faggot fun it can be for ANYONE and EVERYONE in Es rp. I'll leave my mind open again some time soon. ...Created 2007-07-14 06:40:29

Journal: Frayed Strings. -------------------------------------------Mood: Ugh... I hate my life. I've been snapping the guitar strings. On purpose and on accident. From strumming and plucking and picking. Thin wires, coiled-around fibres, nylon. Snapped them all. Why? Cuz I damn feel like it. I'm in a corner and I'm stuck, that's all. And I'm sick of all the cliché-feelings I always feel. Sitting in that saggy old rotting armchair of clichés. Slowly I shall sink further, deeper... And I shall dissapear from the face of this earth. Will miss u guys. ...Created 2007-06-18 09:59:20

Journal: Frayed Strings. -------------------------------------------Mood: Ugh... I hate my life. I've been snapping the guitar strings. On purpose and on accident. From strumming and plucking and picking. Thin wires, coiled-around fibres, nylon. Snapped them all. Why? Cuz I damn feel like it. I'm in a corner and I'm stuck, that's all. And I'm sick of all the cliché-feelings I always feel. Sitting in that saggy old rotting armchair of clichés. Slowly I shall sink further, deeper... And I shall dissapear from the face of this earth. Will miss u guys. ...Created 2007-06-18 09:58:41

Journal: Meepers. -------------------------------------------Mood: Sigh... Raggedly Days. Fun times in Rp Chat. And where e hell is Tensu? o.O Two weeks have died. Gotta start on homework... Gawd. ...Created 2007-06-08 23:19:58

Journal: Shitty-ness. -------------------------------------------Mood: Guess what!? Okay I'm an rp-hittler. I guess its just time for me to get out. Cuz all e more I'm expiring my ways in rpin n poetry. And I've servered all those ties to e two main things I do here... unwantedly. So, Adios. ...Created 2007-05-24 10:41:04

Journal: Wheepers. -------------------------------------------Mood: Unidentifiable. I don't know what to feel anymore. Like, my mellow and somewhat 'content' days have been happening these few days... Like acid and alkaline, y'know? Its all neutralised. Funny. Since I'm gonna get my guitar in a few hours after my sleep tonight(or rather, morning now), I hope I'll feel better than ever for these few days. But then all e more I'm having bad feelings about my rping. Its like I'm being a sore ass/bitch to whoever I'm rpin with. In other words, I might wanna stop rpin to prevent anymore dead rps caused by stupid me. Its like I'ma pain in e butt to everyone. >.> Other than that, I'm just fine... really. x) ...Created 2007-05-19 10:45:42

Journal: F@G !T @LL -------------------------------------------Mood: GRR I'm f***ing furious. These faggot drops of H2 O are of RAGE more than anything else now. Practically everyone's working and talking and thinking like stupid dip-shits. When e hell would this ever end? I'm losing it already. Dad said it would happen... little would he realise it would happen this early. I'm not allowed to join a band. FINE. Cuz some baka made me change my mind of this dumb@ss band. I feel like I owe something to make it up to a gal who didn't wanna join e band ever since I'm not... but seriously, when my senses tell me that its bound to flash its ugly rear very early among the few of us, its best not to go for it. I just know it, 'kay? And with my withdrawal, the drummer's blaming it on me. Like her than say so loh. Psh. Go on n blame mee for all a rat's ass would care. If you really would wanna stick to joining a forming band, THN DO IT. If that's not the case, thn don't lah. If its without her you're not joining the band, that's seriously your problem. I hate to break this, but troubles will occur much faggot earlier for this 'band'. I just know it. Its this kind of occasions its better regretting NOT doing something than regretting doing something. I had it. Exams are over. a big cool down, but I'm still pissed at my dad, mom especially, a certain asshole, etc. Parents are just so hard to please. Damn my bro who chose the lazy path, forcing me to be faggot studious, which I totally can't be... A.k.a practically everyone. Grr. ...Created 2007-05-10 09:54:21

Journal: Dying -------------------------------------------Mood: Frustrated... e'nuff said. Life sucks. I'm slowly flunking everything... yes, even my rping life. And everyone I see now is being quite the bitch, and I start seeing life ugly. Most of their faces are just pieces of junk shit collaged together. Hell, if this goes on, my rage would really burst out and... I'll probably start resorting to major violence. And I shall try avoiding Slyvia Plath stuff. The only one who could, and always perk me up during my down times is my Bro, T.Z.Y. No mood for kudos... but kudos to him. I wish that I can jus stop making such mistakes. ...Created 2007-04-27 02:49:35