Saturday, November 08, 2003

Personality Disorder Test Results
Paranoid |||||||||||||| 58%
Schizoid |||||||||||| 42%
Schizotypal |||||||||||| 50%
Antisocial |||||||||| 38%
Borderline |||||||||||||||||||| 82%
Histrionic |||||||||||| 42%
Narcissistic |||||||||| 38%
Avoidant |||||||||||||||| 70%
Dependent |||||||||||||| 58%
Obsessive-Compulsive |||||| 26%
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Hmmm good to know. Now everyone can see how crazy I am!

-- Megan

Men

Why do I even like guys? All they do is let you down and rip out your heart. I should be a lesbian. No wait I should just be a nothing. Not liking or having feelings for anything. But you know you gotta have that goddamn animal instinct that makes you want to reproduce so you have to go out and search for a partner. Damn you animal instinct. And damn men. Damn them to hell. I don't think there are any good ones left. So why bother shifting through the refuge? My perfect man does not exist and even if he did I'm sure he wouldn't like me. But so is our lot in life.

-- Megan

Friday, November 07, 2003

"Arbolist...Look up the word. I don't know, maybe I made it up. Anyway, it's an arbo-tree-ist, someone who knows about trees."
Crawford, TX 8/21/01


A real life quote from Bush. Enjoy it kiddies.

-- Megan

Note to Self

Cheer up emo kid!

-- Megan

Thursday, November 06, 2003

..........

Why, as I ask time and time again, do I even bother? You think life is going just right for once and then something happens and rips your heart out. Life takes it and throws it on the ground taking pleasure in the streams of red that fly up and spray it in the face. It only licks it's greedy lips and clamours for more. But I should I give it to it? Should I keep going through this eternity of my life and feed this beast his blood whenever he asks for it? Should I force new blood onto him allowing him to take the blood of my womb? Sometimes I think not. But then simple human nature takes over not allowing you to slice that vein sitting there so perfectly purple and blue full of rushing life. The really brave ones are the ones that can cut through that and rejoice at the redness of it knowing that life will get none of it.

-- Megan