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scars.

All the women he's been with have scars. It's both interesting and disturbing, according to Brian. Sometimes he likes to play the game of where else they could possibly have scars. Jessica has one below her knee. It's from the time she was in a car accident, freshman year of college. She also has one on her wrist, which she never talks about. Brian never asks. Not even when they were in bed together at night, and the scar is obvious in the candlelight. Christina has a scar on the side of her face, just in front of her ear. It's from scratching open a chicken pox bump. She also has one on her calf, from the time she fell down the stairs movi

She'd Been Told by reillyt4, literature

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She'd Been Told

She'd been told that this is just the way it was for her. The slamming doors and yelling and that smell that reminded her of pencil shavings. The music turned down low so as to not wake the person upstairs sleeping with a pill in their stomach and alcohol in their blood stream. This was life for Jessica. ______ She'd told herself that this is the way it would always be for her. So she should just get used to the smirks and insults. The crying in closets and screaming for an escape into her pillow. The horrible feeling of being so different that nobody would ever want her. This was life for Christina. ______ She figured it must always be t

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"fuck you. you're not the one who has to take these goddamn pills every day. it's like i'm here but i'm not here. i wander through life everyday doing what you say i'm supposed to do. i don't feel anything anymore and what kind of life is that? i'd rather be mad than live like this. life is supposed to be full of colors and emotions and it was. it was beautiful and interesting. i felt alive. now everything is just black and white. there's nothing here. i'm devoid of everything. so shut up. just shut the fuck up. stop telling me what's wrong with me because maybe you're the one who's fucked up. you feel nothing. you're frozen. that's not norma

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She lay on the floor, arms straight out on either side and legs stuck out in front of her, pressed together lightly. A tattered Ramones shirt stretched across her torso, a sliver of her midriff exposed. Her fingers tapped against the white carper underneath her to the beat of a rock song in her head: one, two, three, four, two, two, three four, three, two, three, four, four, two, three, four. A shadow passed over her and suddenly the face of her sister intruded upon her perfect view of the ceiling. "What are you doing?" She spat out. The girl didn't even bother looking directly at her, just kept staring at the tiled ceiling, counting the h

her lips by reillyt4, literature

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her lips

She likes to lick her lips. And, oh God, those lips. They're not plump or full or overly glossed like the majority of the teenage girl population nowadays. No, they're dry and cracked and rough. She has scars scattered around from peeling the dead, flaky skin off. They're patched with dry blood and have three small dents on the right side from where she likes to dig her teeth in. And that time when we got drunk on her mother's tequila, she let me kiss those hard, broken lips. They were pressed full against mine and instead of her running her tongue over them, I got to. They tasted like those Camels she always likes to smoke, even when I keep

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hello, me. meet the real me. by neverwastewishes, literature

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The room is white. Orange walks in, sighs, and idly wonders how the Hell she got there and why the room is white- fucking white- and when she'll be going home. With her hands in her pockets, shoulder's tilted in the laid-back pose of a comic book character, she glances at the lack of color and says out loud in a voice like a the tip of a dull pencil, "Huh. 'd be better in black." shrugs, and turns down her music a bit when she feels the tug on her belt-loop that seems oddly like a small hand reaching out to her. Glancing down, she notices that it is a small hand reaching out to her. A small hand attached to a wrist, attached to an arm, whic

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Story has shown.

I don't love the world today. I've held my head up for too long. I see the glares that cover my body in burning, sticking acid- my enemies await me, to tear me apart molecule by molecule. I can feel the pain through the walls of neighbors house, the front steps are overgrown and tangled with weeds, the windows are caved in and withdrawn. I heard the screams of children " Daddy, don't leave! " and agonizing sobs that proceeded the slamming front door and the sound of friction- rubber to asphalt - scrape across the street. A lonely man stares at his wrinkling hands and waits waits waits until the second he can close his e

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Hi. I’m Reilly. I’m 13 and I like to write.

I’m not saying I’m any good at it - actually, I’m not very good at all. I usually just jot down a bunch of pointless, incoherent crap but occasionally, I manage to produce something decent.

Those decent, and some not so decent, pieces are what this page will consist of. I’m warning you here, some of the topics I write about can get dark.

I usually write in spurts. I might write and update a lot one day but not write anything for the next week or two. I don't usually check this website much (I prefer to post my stuff on tumblr and LJ) but I'm trying to start more.

As for me, as a person: I like Glee, reading, Harry Potter, various celebrity crushes (Idina Menzel, Kristin Chenoweth, Dianna Agron, Lea Michele, Jonathan Groff, Emma Watson, etc.) , psychology, and musical theatre. I have absolutely no singing talent so any hope of pursuing a career in musical theatre is hopeless. Everything needs fans though, right?

Generally, I’m a pretty boring person so I don’t know what else there is to tell you about me. If you’re wondering anything specific, go ahead and drop a comment on my page and I'll try to respond as best as I can.

Current Residence: Oz
Favourite genre of music: Almost anything.
Favourite photographer: Leilawashere
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Wallpaper of choice: Great photography
Skin of choice: Green :)

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sickwonderland

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

A Fine Frenzy and The Beatles

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neverwastewishes, nimbby

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Poetry, photography, writing

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reillyt4

Jan 22, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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I can never seem to tell anybody. It's not like they don't care, I think they do, but I just can't bring myself to tell them just how unhappy I am. Everything is wrong but I can't say anything because I'm scared of how they'll react. I don't know if I can hold on much longer, though. I need help. I really want help.

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reillyt4

Jan 15, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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It's all a bit pointless, really. Everything that we do. Life, in general, is a bit pointless. I mean, what's the meaning? What's the reason? Why do we do this or that or anything, really? It ends for some and then it starts for others. And most of us are just floating there in the middle. Floating. That's a perfect word for what I'm doing now. I'm a floater, a drifter. I do what they tell me to do without much complaint, without much feeling, either. There's no purpose in what I do because of that. What purpose is there in anything if I there are no feelings involved? There was absolutely no point in this post. But whatever.

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reillyt4

Jan 14, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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So I've never written a journal entry before. I never know what to say. I don't particularly like to talk unless I'm allowed to have it all planned out, typed out, perfect. It's too scary to say what you really think without a bit of editing. I don't know, I don't particularly enjoy talking even then either. I never really learned how to talk to people. I can strike up a casual conversation just fine but I have no idea how to actually talk to someone. I dont think Ive ever shared what Im actually feeling or thinking in depth. Mostly, its because I dont like talking to people, even if its through text. I&#1

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Jan 14, 2011

i think your writing is lovely and very deep and powerful, especially for someone so young. you really have talent, so keep it up! and don't mind if i +watch. (: