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| I got robbed last night T^T It all started like this: Maria and I were watching Troy in her
room and pigging out on junk food. Well, her dad tells her that we are
going to have to go to the pharmacy at Walgreens and pick up his
prescription. He doesn't speak much English, that's why Maria and I
were going. So, Maria and I changed and we all left for the pharmacy.
We pulled into the parking lot and there were two guys standing on the
side of the store. We didn't think anything of it, and went about our
business.
We came back out of the
store about 10 or 15 minutes later, and they were still there. Maria
pulled out the keys to get in the car and her dad was opening the door
when they jumped us. One of them came up behind me and put his arm
around my neck and knocked me to the ground. He ripped Maria's wallet
off of me (the chain was attached to my belt and the wallet in my back
pocket. maria didn't have a back pocket, that's why i had her wallet).
I screamed out "MARIA!" and she noticed what was going on. Then he and
the other guy went over to her father and tried to beat him up and
knock him unconscious. She started screaming at them "WHAT THE FUCK ARE
YOU DOING, BITCHES?! HE DOESN'T HAVE ANY MONEY, LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!!"
and started calling the police. The guys ran off and the store manager
came out. They were just fixing to come out there and tell them to go
away, when all that happened. It was so scary. I wanted to cry. The
police showed up and we all had to talk to them and tell them exactly
what happened. About 5 people witnessed it and were able to give
complete descriptions of the two guys. I hope they go to fucking jail
>_< I hate those stupid mutherfuckers. Maria and I wanted to go
find them and run them the fuck over. This pisses me off so fucking
much. I'm never going to forget any of it. Last night, we were
just like... "wow" we couldn't believe it. We were talking on the phone
with Maria's friend Jonathan, and before that, I talked to Casey on the
phone. So I felt better later on. But wow... It feels like a bad dream.
I don't think Maria and I will ever be the same again after last
night....
And I'm really sad right now. This person told me he would call me back
today when I was talking to him last night after what happened but he
never called me.... I want to cry x.x I'm so emotional at times TT^TT
Why do I have to like him?! arg >.<
--Mio (Kacie)
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I just wanna disappear
I really hate my parents at this moment. My aunt too. They just don’t understand how hard life is. I barely can make it through a day. I come home to hear them bitching about the stupidest thing. And it not like one of those bitching-it carries on for hours I swear to god. They complain how hard their life is and make it seem that school is so fucken easy. And its really not. It’s so fuckin stressful and it takes out my energy mentally. And it’s because of them I think horrible thoughts about suicide and shit like that. But I always come around to think, “I’m not gonna let them get to me, I’ll show those bitches that I can be something one of these days.” and that actually helps. Makes me stop thinking about how wonderful death can be.
There’s never a full week that I don’t cry myself to sleep. Surely this week won’t be the one. It’s only the beginning of the week and I’m already crying.
-Mayu | | |
| o.o Omg! It is I, Mio ._.
I feel like Imma going crazy. I can't get him out of my mind. His face,
his voice, everything about him, they occupy my thoughts every second.
I can't get past them, I can't free myself from this. I close my eyes,
I see his face. If the room is silent, his words echo inside my head.
Sometimes, I wonder if I'm losing it. Reality is betraying me. I don't
know what to do anymore....
<3 Kacie
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| Hearing Gackt singing December Love in English melted my heart and I began to cry. Seriously I did. I can’t believe I forgot how much his voice is soo affecting. Brings back the good old days. Gackt picture hunting and rantings during the late hours. I miss those days. Take me back.
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Another Chance At Life
It was a typical Monday morning. The alarm clock cried out for me to wake up at 6:15, and as usual I roll over, and hit the snooze button for five more useless minutes of sleep. As time quickly swallowed up the diminutive five minutes, I lazily walked blindly into the bathroom to do my morning routine of prepping for school.
At 6:45, I got into my sister’s car and buckled myself down on the passenger side. She drove down the left lane at her usual speed of sixty-five to seventy miles per hour. Everything was following as normally as any school day. I read in the car, trying to finish a novel that I was suppose to the night before. I glance up occasionally to avoid getting car sick.
Unexpectedly a diesel truck began to rapidly close in while we were still in his blind spot. I remember everything clearly, the driver did not signal. Afraid of getting crushed by the massive wheels of the truck I calmly assisted my sister to slowly pull onto the shoulder. Unfortunately our speed was too great; the wheels lost traction and began to swerve violently. I remember the car being flipped over and over. How many time did it flipped? I do not know, but in my mind all I wanted in the world at that time was for it to stop.
When it finally stopped, the car was upside down and everything became quiet. Not a sound from the outside world. Dirt flew all over the place making the interior of the car go dim. The deadly silence ate me away. I so wanted to call out for my sister, but afraid that there will be no answer.
I slowly gathered up the courage to call out her name. “Muey?” I whispered loud enough for her to hear. Fear flooded my bloodstream, there was no response. I jerked my head to the left and there she was, sitting next to me lifelessly with her face smashed into the windshield, and slowly a deep red puddle began to formed. My heart dropped.
Inside my heart cried endlessly, but there were no tears in my eyes, not even a glaze. I unbuckled my belt and flipped right side up again. I tried to open the door, but I could not, it was jammed. I just wanted to get out-get away from all of this. I banged on the side window rapidly, hoping that someone will come and help me. Each time my fist rammed into the window the guilt grew inside of me; I wanted to get out so bad, and that I was not able to take my sister with me.
Someone heard my distress and opened the door for me. I crawled out of the car, and quickly told the people who stopped to help that was sister is still inside there. “She’s not moving,” one man cried out piercing through my already wounded heart. She was in there for about ten minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. As I waited for the ambulance to come, I noticed that my hands, arms and legs were covered with blood and dirt, yet there was no pain. I shock violently in shock. “Am I dead?”
My question was quickly answered by a warm embraced from an elderly stranger. Not knowing who she was I returned the hug for comfort, and sadly I never got a chance to thank her for that one embraced that meant so much to me.
The paramedics arrived and got my sister out of the car, and strapped her into the ambulance. The other paramedics carried, and placed me into the passenger side. The sirens turned on and the paramedics drove quickly to the hospital; along the way he comforted my deadly silence with warm reassuring words that everything is going to be all right.
I sat in a chair watching my sister on the hospital bed, and there was still no sign of tears. “What is wrong with me?” my mind screamed. Minutes later my mother came in, and her face was covered with fear when she saw my sister. She did a quick check up on me, and asked if I was okay. I nodded weakly as I noticed that there were no tears in her eyes either. It made me questioned, “What is wrong with us?” Maybe it was because I never had a close relationship with the both of them.
Thankfully there was no serious injuries. After a couple of hours we check out of the hospital, and went home. It felt so great to be in my room again. The phone and doorbell rang uncontrollably with worried phone calls and visits. It really touched my heart to see how many people cared. My sister cried with each visits and phone calls, but not me. It seemed that nothing could break this cold, heartless, exterior of mine, not even myself.
The day was still young. My body was sore, and bruised, and my mind was literally dizzy. I fell asleep at about twelve o’clock. My little sister woke me up at 3:45 and told me that I had a phone call. I picked up the phone, and it was my cousin, Dennise. The sound of her worried voice melted the ice around my heart. Her call was the one I secretly waited for. She’s my closest, and most dearest friend, and hearing her cry of how broken her heart was when she heard about the accident this morning, caused my eyes to finally overflowed with tears.
March 22, 2004, a day that will forever be engraved into my life.
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