Hey all….it’s been a couple a’ days…

I no longer have the hope when it comes to love…

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.NaMe. Amber
.A.k.A. no nicknames can discribe me…
.FiRsT BrEaTh Of AiR. 9/29/87 at 10:35 PM
.YeArS. 17….for now
.StAtZ. single…AND PROUD OF IT!!!!!! I only want to be commented with God…earth men cause me trouble
.StAr SiGn. Libra
.CrYs WiTh. hazel eyes
.BrUsHeS ThRu. burnette hair
.StAnDs At. 5’8″
.BeSt FrIeNdS. Carl and Sara
.FrIeNdS. Tara (I just  met her)
.StUcK In. Sucky Ol’ TN!!!
.AtTeNdS. a public school filled with deranged stuck up teenagers that go around killing people…and quite frankly it scares the living crap outta me!!!! lol jk…but they ARE alittle stuck up…nice though
.JaMs To. MaryMary, Mario Winans, Emenim, Three Days Grace, Ciara (only one of her songs “Goddies” have I heard so far), Christina Aguilera, Limp Bizkit, Godsmack….you get the freagin’ idea! I’m a person that likes almost anything…except something that might crude, offensive, or just plain wacked up like that!  
.SaYz OfTeN. God bless & I love you
.CaN’t WaIt TiLL. no sure….It was to go to DE…but ya know, I’m starting to feel like that people didn’t care as much about me as I thought they would…I don’t know why…I just feel that way…
.WhO ShE LuVs. The Lord, my family, friends, a person that I’m trying to get over (but I still love that person), drawing, singing (just for the heck of it), ect…
.AfRaId Of. well, being alone…but that is pretty much what’s happening now…
.HoLdS OnTo FoReVeR. God, my family…the friends that I have…so far
.HaTeS DiSLiKeS StRoNgLy. not really sure…I’m not really a hatful person…but I DO do not like hate so I guess that can be one of them
.CaN’t LiVe WiThOuT. at the moment I’m not sure…
.CLaSs. 2006

.Hey.

Hey guys…How have you all been doing? I’m okay, I guess….I’m still awesomely depressed, though. I have to go to school in the morning…I don’t like it that well (and I’m sure you heard that before). School soesn’t seem to be at all thaat intresting if you don’t have any friends to fall back on. Your friends are what are suppose to keep you in your toes so that way you can make it in life….but that doesn’t seem to be happening to me at all…
…o well, I guess. I mean, might as well just stop talking about it because it’s not gonna change anything. It’ll all be the same…
I tried to call some of my friends in Delaware…but they were either too busy or just not there at all! And I REALLY wanted to talk to them too….just to have someone to talk to, ya know? I know, though, that people have there own lives…so I should respect that…even if that means I’m not a part of those lives anymore…and I hate that thought….but *shrugs* o well.
Gosh, I am sooo depressed! I’m gonna have to go now because I don’t feel like writing the rest of this sad entry. I love you all. You all mean a lot to me. Take care and may God be with you.
In Loving Spirits,
~Amber~ 

.Ragdoll.

See this delicate piece of art?
 She lays limp on the cold solid earth
In which she lives in solitude.

Her body breaks in time
Just like her soul inside 
Her stitches are wripping
From where her wounds were once mended

Tell little rag doll,
Why do you cry?
She gives no answer
Her pain sinks too deep to mention anymore
For this little fagile thing was once beautiful
But now she looks worn out
So many times when people would want to play with her
And then toss her aside

She is like a thrift doll.
From one person to the next
She is passed on
People have seemed to like to use her
Abuse her
Turture her
Break her
Hurt her
Only very few have been gentle,
And careful enough to be loving to her.
Those people have grown apart from her
They no longer are there to make things better again.

Though she can not scream aloud
She screams inside
Screaming because it’s dark
Screaming because she’s hurt
Screaming because she wants help
And crying because no one is listening to her.

Here is a doll,
Who has been through it all.
She lives in a dark room
Where it is quiet when no one is around
When someone comes
She becomes a little tiny puppet.
She acts just like they want her to.

Let your strings break off
You are free now
No need for the pain
No need for the the torment
So why do you still cry?

This little worn down doll was in misery for far too long…

Let the puppet maker fix this misused piece of art.

…ok, I kinda got on the “creepy” side of my artsy-self. I wrote this to get out how I was feeling inside. Though the poem is a piece of crap…I wrote this also because it would take forever to draw a rag doll and then scan it in so I can show it off to you guys…
But, I hope you guys understood it enough.