tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85367813517296541062024-03-13T11:57:34.671-05:00Lets make a memory.Trinadon ˚͜˚ ♪http://www.blogger.com/profile/11331622463611634255noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536781351729654106.post-36720907507478485642010-03-21T14:41:00.001-05:002010-03-21T14:41:49.166-05:00formspring.meAsk me anything <a href="http://formspring.me/RomanticAids" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/RomanticAids</a>Trinadon ˚͜˚ ♪http://www.blogger.com/profile/11331622463611634255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536781351729654106.post-28764811015122542962010-02-27T17:48:00.003-06:002010-02-27T19:50:20.868-06:00Losing myself..I feel like I'm losing everything I've ever had.<br />Chelsea got kicked out, I hardly see my aunt, the person who saved my life, my eldest sister is moving out in may, and my mom has changed into this crazed, psycho bitch.<br />My grandpa died, two and a half months ago, and the event through me into a deep depression, one I've never known before. <br /><br />I do not have access to a counselour or a therapist, and I'm so sick of people telling me I need help. <br />I'm aware of this, stop being rude. <br /><br />I've been shedding weight pretty fast, I've dropped 30 pounds in the last two months. I guess that doesnt seem like much, but it feels like alot. <br />I've been under a lot of stress too, and have recently, (for the most part) quit gaia. Too much drama. I love all the friends I've made from there, I just cant deal with it. Too much to handle. <br /><br />I have met someone that I have really taken a liking to, and would like to date. <br />But I'm really hesitant. I have so much baggage, and I dont want to weigh him down at such a crucial and stressful time in his life. I want him to fall in love with me as I have with him, but I'm afraid I'll annoy him. ))':<br /><br />Anyways, I have to go, my mom's gonna be home soon and reading over my shoulder.Trinadon ˚͜˚ ♪http://www.blogger.com/profile/11331622463611634255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536781351729654106.post-30390957210773476532010-01-14T16:55:00.000-06:002010-01-14T17:05:24.855-06:00Baby, you're going crazy.<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Crazy? No, No I'm not.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Am I losing my mind? Yes. Thats a good word for it.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">I keep fumbling my words, tripping over my feet and loosing any ideas that I have. I'm becoming less and less of an individual and falling into the social normal.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Everything is becoming so oblique and plain, and Im loosing any faith in a happy life.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Every which way I look ends up as a dead end. My mind runs circles in my head, I'll think of soemthing, and find out its been done before.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Part of me likes finally fitting in. I was a social outcast for so long. I was never the right size, the prettiest, the most outgoing. I was shy and awkward.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">I knew what wanting to die and disapear was like at the age of 8.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">I knew it at the age of 12. I knew it at 14. I knew it at 16. And now that I'm 17, I'm just starting to forget it.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Anyways, enough ranting. )):</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Oh, and just an update:</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">My grandfather passed away the night of December Thirteenth, 2009, the day after he turned seventyfive.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);">The world became a worse pla</span>ce because of it.</span></span><br /></div>Trinadon ˚͜˚ ♪http://www.blogger.com/profile/11331622463611634255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536781351729654106.post-4024865016223548842008-10-20T16:26:00.001-05:002010-02-26T16:12:32.440-06:00dont know whats going on anymore. I need some sense of sincerity in my life. It seems like everytime I turn around, I'm hurt and I cant get back to the way I am supposed to be.<br />I am constantly secondguessing every step I take, glancing over my shoulder as if I was anticipating someone stabbing a knife into my back, cutting down, deeper than the blade should ever have reached in the first place.<br />I only find a tad bit of solace in my writing, regardless of the fact that what I write isnt well written at all. Its just... puke on paper. All disoriented, and ungraceful.<br />I am really grateful that my sister and I are getting closer again, I wouldnt give it up for the world. I feel as if I could trust her with everything. As if I was five years old, and I had given her my most prized possession. I dont know why, but it just has.<br /><br />I ordered my phone, twice, and it turns out I got bad advice when I ordered the first phone, because it wasnt an equipment problem, but rather a defective sim card.<br />Fcuk meeeee. I am finally off the phone with the representative for at&t, I was put on hold numerous times, and the blaring elevator music has given me a fucking headache.<br /><br />GAHHH<br /><br />I am going to go. I miss my friends and my family.Trinadon ˚͜˚ ♪http://www.blogger.com/profile/11331622463611634255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536781351729654106.post-31535962825316320112007-12-08T09:15:00.000-06:002007-12-08T09:18:15.401-06:00MehHow can I say I love you </br><br />When words are never enough? </br><br />How can I stay strong for you </br><br />When life gets goin' tough? </br><br />How could I have fooled you </br><br />Into believing I'm so strong</br><br /> When inside all there is</br><br /> is everything going wrong? </br><br />How can I tell you how much I care </br><br />without everything going up in smoke </br><br />Without a tear running down my cheek </br><br />One for every word I spoke.Trinadon ˚͜˚ ♪http://www.blogger.com/profile/11331622463611634255noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536781351729654106.post-12561588007246931752007-11-11T10:46:00.000-06:002007-11-11T10:48:00.198-06:00Spice girl wannabees. Haha. This is the seks.<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jX1k-kvHZv0&rel=1&border=0"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jX1k-kvHZv0&rel=1&border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Trinadon ˚͜˚ ♪http://www.blogger.com/profile/11331622463611634255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8536781351729654106.post-8309878863751272032007-11-11T10:00:00.001-06:002007-11-11T10:10:55.376-06:00Lost.<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Every which way I look is a dead end. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I have been enslaved, not a stranger nor a friend.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My heart is in pieces, strewn about the floor. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">There is no window nor no light, behind this locked door.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My mind has forsaken me, my body has lied. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My heart is all that's left, Though I feel its ready to die. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My tears are the remembrance of what was once whole, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My foot steps in the sand showed I had once known. </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span>Trinadon ˚͜˚ ♪http://www.blogger.com/profile/11331622463611634255noreply@blogger.com1