Yes, I believe they are what shaped my distorted personality.
I used to play kissing games with my babysitter's son too.
And, while none of my family can tell me whether this actually happened or not, it's too vivid a memory for me to think it didn't:
One day, one of the boys chased me down the street with his father's hatchet until my screaming brought my grandmother out onto the porch where she yelled at him until he ran back to his house. I don't think he was trying to kill me, but I don't think he realized how retarded that was.
The '80s and early '90s were definitely interesting times O_O
~*Megan*~
"Wow, nice to meet you. Nine years huh? That's a really long time. Are you going to stab me or something? Because if you are, can we get it over with?" ~Jer
You are never stronger than when you land on the other side of despair. ~Zadie Smith, White Teeth
myownsatellite wrote:Yes, I believe they are what shaped my distorted personality.
I used to play kissing games with my babysitter's son too.
And, while none of my family can tell me whether this actually happened or not, it's too vivid a memory for me to think it didn't:
One day, one of the boys chased me down the street with his father's hatchet until my screaming brought my grandmother out onto the porch where she yelled at him until he ran back to his house. I don't think he was trying to kill me, but I don't think he realized how retarded that was.
The '80s and early '90s were definitely interesting times O_O
Yeah I had some things happen like that with me too. We go to church in downtown DC and when I was about 3 this crazy homeless lady tried to kidnap me. That one's kinda etched into my brain as a first traumatic experience.
~Hannah
Let the bare feet be the last sounds that they hear...
(yes, I have succumbed to the addiction that is last.fm)
ho kar idhar, rukh zara
aaja nighoun mein dil ki panahoun me dharkan ki bahoun se sansoun ki rahoun mein naazeni, dil nashein, dheere se aake samaa
mujh me aise rahe to mujh ko bhi humkhabar
rafta rafta nazar, ho gayi bekhabar
aaaaaaaaaaaaagh, stop fucking me over, world. i hate you.
"if the nuremberg trials were applied to us foreign policy, every us president since 1945 would have been hanged." noam chomsky.
...and this is me hanging on / i'd burn our initials in the sun if it would shine / anxiety chokes me like razor wire / if hate's in your heart man, you'll take what you're given / wake up / i'm not the only one / it's never goodbye / go ahead and play dead / if everyone's a casualty, then take your time, there ain't no trouble / these wounds they will not heal / ambition can be a tricky thing / what the hell do i know about rape anyway? / this is not what i hoped for / ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon / who will be there to tell me how stupid i am? / those living for death will die by their own hand / and it's me that I am spying on / pick up the pieces and live with the stars / hurry up and wait / things have never been so swell / they're always the ones who slowly drift / be great / ...and this is my world.
Haha I love hearing that song on the radio, I'm like WHOO HOO IT'S THE MORNING WOOD SONG XD
~*Megan*~
"Wow, nice to meet you. Nine years huh? That's a really long time. Are you going to stab me or something? Because if you are, can we get it over with?" ~Jer
You are never stronger than when you land on the other side of despair. ~Zadie Smith, White Teeth
"Wow, nice to meet you. Nine years huh? That's a really long time. Are you going to stab me or something? Because if you are, can we get it over with?" ~Jer
You are never stronger than when you land on the other side of despair. ~Zadie Smith, White Teeth