Sharpen the Crayons!

[bella swann]

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IN THE LITTLE BLACKBOOK' Bella Swann
CALENDERS IN THE GARBAGE' Twenty!
CHARTING THE LANDS' At home with the only fuzzy bitches that learned to love lil ol' me.
CASTING SHADOWS DOWN THE STREET' Art and Ballet
TAKE THE DRINKS TO THE SIDE' Single D': poor me
PURPOSES AND CURSES' Boredom over comes me and people like to feel pity for others when they dont want to open their eyes to their own lives.

Want to post a comment for me in one of my entires? Well dont be a bitch and shy away. How bout doing it?

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[bella swann]

CHECK THE NUMBERS'

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Duce


Threec


Fourte


Fite


Sixe


Sevente


Ochoenta


Ninthe


Tenite


Elventi


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[bella swann]

GETTING CAUGHT IN THE ZIPPER^#1

Dear Editor,
Do you realize how many times I get told I'm too uptight? Not fun anymore? Well gees. Thanks for making me feel like the most fucking special person in the whole wide world. Really is nice. Two thumbs up for the dipshits of Canada. And Latin America. I feel like I need to isolate myself just to be able to hear one single one of my own thoughts. That in itself is pretty sad when you come to think of it in reality. I mean, seriously think about it. So, starting tomorrow. I'm pulling the plug on my phone. I'm chaining my door. I'm totally killing the battery of my cellphone. The internet shall be disconnected and no one will be able to talk to me unless they send paper airplanes through my window and stab me in my eye or something. Tomorrow, shall be my day or relaxation. My own little bubble will be put up and no one is allowed to bust it. No matter how tempting it may seem. You should feel proud of me. I finally got one of these niffty things called Live Journals up. Wow. I feel special. Now other can feel my bitchiness. Yay. Imagine me clapping in your hand. Now, considering it is three in the o'morning here, I need sleep. Ta ta kiddes.
Peace, Love, Empathy
Bella

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[bella swann]

SHOPPING CARTS AND THORN HEARTS^#2

Dear Editor,
How many of you out there is in love with John Mayer? Good. I'm not the only one. I swear to God. His voice. It makes me melt. Especially when he sings Comfortable. That is my song, check out the lyrics or something. Valentine's Day is only a couple days away, and guess what. I'm alone. Yet again. For all you couples out there, you guys don't know how lucky you are. I have no one this holiday. That's why Valentine's Day is shit. I mean, come on. Even like, most of my friends have abandoned me for their girls/guys. It's sad and pathetic. What makes them so special anyways? Oh that's right, they are better then me. God. I took this test on the Internet, its the emo test. Apparently I'm like 93% emo. Which is seriously gross. Only my moon gets to be emo. I mean, its not like I dress the part. The test is rigged, I'm telling you. Rigged like MySpace. Honestly, MySpace is full of gays and little teenagers who think they are cool. They can rot in hell. Live Journal is off the hook man, so much better than MySpace. Well, go have fun with your hearts, smiles, hugs, kisses, and sexy nights in the Egyptian Cotton sheets.
Peace, Love, Empathy
Bella

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[bella swann]

BLACK GHOSTS AND WHITE NIGHTMARES^#3

Dear Editor,
Well, I think the world is ready to know the news. Now that everyone close to me knows, I am pregnant. Yay. Twenty year old girl carrying a twenty five year olds' baby. Real smooth. Mind as well tell you who the father is, everyone is going to know before long. The father just so happens to be that guy I've been hanging out with for the past ten years, why I don't know. I was young and he manipulated me with candy. He also promised he was going to torture me with a voodoo doll if I didn't become his friend. He was a lonely, pathetic, sad ass back then and...oh wait. Still is. My bad. Anyways, drum roll please. Congratulations to Levi Jones! You get to be the father of my bastard child! Yay! Now where is that free '07 Camaro when you need it? Surprise surprise. The girl "friend" gets knocked up by her best "boy" friend. Classic I tell you, classic. Who saw this coming? Cause certainly not I. Pht. I saw myself going my whole life without ever knowing how it felt to get my claws into Levi's pants. Let me tell you right now, worst damn thing I've ever done in my life. Ladies, don't go down there. It smells like something is rotting. Or,somethings are rotting. Plus, is it just me or does steroids make a guy's package smaller not bigger? Tisk tisk. Should have read the injection label before poking it around your body Mr.Jones. Sadly, my child will be stuck with the last name Jones. No Swann-Jones or Jones-Swann. Just...Jones. It's a good strong last name. Should last him a while. Or her. Whatever. Right now, I'm kind of hopping for a boy. He'll take more after me. Then again, if I got a girl, she'd take more after Levi. But who knows. Maybe my ovaries work differently and switch things around to make it exciting. Want to know what else is exciting!? I get my first sonar gram/ultra sound next Monday. I think I'm going to have to go it alone. If you feel like being nice and help a pregnant woman out, maybe you'd like to go and be by my side. Hold my hand and see on a black and white screen what I'm going to be bringing into the world. Hobos out there, this is your chance to win a free basket of fries with gravy and cheese curds! But, if you're a hobo, should you really be on the computer stalking young, pregnant girls? Lex, get off the computer. You too Levi. Go back to your boxes.
Peace, Love, Empathy
Bella

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LEAVE A MESSAGE AT THE TONE'
"HAY. IT WAS COLD THAT DAY. :'). fuck you. no one wanted to know how it smelt and or smells. depends if i choose to shower.

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[bella swann]

THE PAST RETURNS, IN A STINGING HAND^#4

Dear Editor,
A boy and a girl,
The best of friends,
From elementary to high school,
From beginning to end,
Through all these years,
Their friendship grew,
They both felt the same
But neither knew,
Each waking moment,
Since the day that they met,
They both loved each other,
Sunrise to sunset

He was all she had,
In her terrible life,
He was the one,
Who kept her from her knife,
She was his angel,
She made him smile,
Though life threw him curves,
She made it worth all the while,
Then one day,
Things went terribly wrong,
The next few weeks,
Were like a very sad song,
He made her jealous,
On purpose he tried,
When the girl asked "Do you love her?"
On purpose he lied

He played with jealousy,
Like it was a game,
Little did he know,
Things would never be the same
His plan was working,
But he had no clue,
How wrong things would go,
The damage he would do,
One night she broke down,
Feeling very alone,
Just her and the blade,
No one else home

She dialed his number,
He answered "Hello",
She told him she loved him,
Then hung up the phone,
He raced to her house,
But came a minute too late,
Found her lying in blood,
And her heart had no rate,
Beside her was a note,
And in it her confession,
Her love for this boy,
Her only obsession.
As he read the note,
He knelt down and cried,
Grabbed her knife
And that night they both died


She was found in his arms,
Both of them dead,
Under her note,
His handwriting said,
"I loved her so
She never knew,
All this time,
I loved her too"

Nothing more to say...
Peace, Love, Empathy
Bella

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