It's not an Ipod,It's a WOMB!(Me in biology class:D) There are pregnant women EVERYWHERE now. Its like, all the foetuses are screaming at me "haha,your boyfriend cheated on you"(Me,having just walked by my pregnant english teacher:D *Looks at me clutching chest* M.Mc.C:"Karen,are you touching yourself?":O Me:"No,its ok,but my heart is just really hurting me!" M.Mc.C:"Oh....Honestly,I'd have preferred you were touching yourself" "So why isn't Gordon Brown the king then?" S.M V.C: "This is my (orgasm) face*pulls strange face* me: God,Well now I'm worried,because thats looking a bit familiar... M.Mc.C: "Vicki,do you like sausage roll baps?" *Me attempting to be inspirational*: Me:"I'm like the unfinished masterpiece,being perfected by the chef, Not yet ready to be eaten and enjoyed by the customer" Adam: "So...youre saying youre a...hooker?

Its Madina Lake day(in the uk) Happy Madina Lake day,to all of you River people. I've met many Madina Lake fans They've all been awesome so far. I love Getting to know you guys! "Im gonna try to be okay,but I need you to know,wherever you are now,that here you were adored" It's true.I saw ML in belfast a few months back. I miss them.I adore them forever. Although im sure i WILL be okay:p..Well probably lmao. All those Madina fans-Gimme a shout!:P:P

hmm... my dad says im addicted to the internet.yes,again. he says it so...as though its serious...Its tough for her,to leave her addictionand when he says things like thta,I want to scream at him. Today has sucked -Ipod is still broken -no longer have a mobile,my mum took it off me -These stupid skanks from my class have teasing one of my best friends because she dropped out of the additional maths gcse. -ive just dropped out of the same gcse.I got a lecture about it.and maybe they'll bitch about me to... -My ex has knocked someone up.Oh yes.and its not me,no.Or i thik not anyway.And that blood test is looming... I feel so frustrated. I feel so down without my music.It used to get me to sleep.and now i dont have that comfort.And I cant txt my friends for a moan,without my mobile.and lack of money prevents me going out... Does anybody else belive that,if one person was placed on a well equipped but abandoned island,that they'd truly be happy?never having had an idea of the merits of having people around.I think in comparison that person would be happy. Isolation can be beautiful.love can be painful. Oh pete. I wish you were here baby.You don't even know that youre to be a daddy.to at least one child... This is evidence of the fact that my life is a mockery...

This is just some random thing I've written up...and I know it's completely corny:p but... When I start writing,I usually write a sample,decide whether it's satisfactory and then continue.But I'm shy I guess.It's not something I want to show my friends just yet... You guys and your opinions matter to me.So you can let me know. I'm also lost for a title right now:P...You know the address- karen_marshall1@hotmail.co.uk The stars above that had innocently twinkled in the usual clichéd way were now glowing, bursting with light...The inky backdrop of the pitch black sky contrasted deliciously with the stars that had once seemed so insignificant... Like us.Me and You.Adam and Adalia... In mere moments, my whole world had turned upside down. and only we were left in the real world. Everyone else was gone, and I really didn't give a damn.We were like those stars in the sky-isolated,yet never alone. And we were going to shine 'til the end of the world.light up the sky no matter how empty the world was. All of these amazing feelings, every exhilerating emotion pumping through my body had stemed from one simple word, rolled thoughtlessly, yet flawlessly, off your tongue. There was no denying that you'd been on my mind, yet I'd refused to admit it...why? I still can't really explain it. But in that moment, I succumbed to every daydream I'd wistfully had about you.I had no choice, because the earth..every perfect star,every pang of silence, every breeze that swept softly around us, clearly willed it to happen. It felt like the world was crashing in on me, urging me to utter every thought I'd had about you. At last, i stumbled, nervously stuttering "Will you be mine?" instead of the intended, much cooler approach of" wanna go out sometime?". So at that moment, the silence seemed to howl in my ears, as I examined every curve of your face for a reaction. And I was scared as hell. There was never any need, as it turns out. Clearly taken aback, you rolled over, slowly raising onto your knees, your eyes boring into mine. Maybe you were searching for a grin on my face or a flicker of doubt in my eyes, but you didnt find it. You never will when it comes to us. After a blissful eternity in which we simply knelt,, facing each other and exploring every possibility and fantasy in our minds, you reached over and hugged me. And in the sweetest voice, your voice almost carressing my neck, you whispered to me, and everything and everyone in the world just dissolved into the nothingness around us. Everything,except that word, and you and me. It left me wondering why there was any need for poets, when you could make one small word sound so beautiful... You whispered softly "...Always" And I was falling deeper. *

More things have been annoying me: ****I wanna drop out of add maths.Its difficult and depressing.period. ****Our school has moved into the new building and theyre so overprotective of it.No food is tobe eaten there.No drinks but water,which must be in a clear bottle with a sports cap

I read a book called Knife edge recently. The character in it feels constantly like shes walking on one-and so do I.I dopnt seem to be able to understand anything in this world. I'm scared for my friend.My friends. One is depressed as hell,yet I can do nothing about it.In actuality,I may not even know him.But I care,and I'm worried. I havent heard from him in a few days. But thats not out of the normal....But because of what he said last time we spoke,I'm very concerned,I wish I could be there for him. Another friend,Iknow I shouldn't care for.He's hurt me before.But honestly,I still love him.And,hes gone.Nobody's properly seen him in a bunch of days..like his family etc. No one. He's called me He wants to see me I dont think I trust him.Nor do my friends.If they knew I was in touch with him,they'd kill me.They say I should never let him into my life in any way,ever again... So what do I do? This is just another way for me to make sense of things in my head... And another boy in my life...is far away in england.Sometimes when I'm drunk I can pretend he's still here.But he left.Again. Adam won't leave me alone. He says he's worried about me. I'm worried too.I'm worried that he doesn't really care. That he's just using me.

Aoibheann is reading my journal. Stop readin my journal Aoibheann why you being a dickhead for(lol) I'm om.

You know what guys? I love songmeanings.And it's users.Well,the ones who aren't dickheads that is. Foo man=cool=] I had to put in a mention there,because well...pretty cool journal.I enjoy reading his...writings?lol And on that note,I've thought of all you guys out there..whoever may be reading this..because I know I read other people's often(im nosy like that) And yet I dont know you Even though we can so easily communicate Man,I think that sucks,you know? That so much is at our fingertips,and we don't grasp it. Many of you people have been through so much,you've seen so much and know so much more than me... I cry about my own experiences.But my problems? *My jeans are getting ever tighter. *my friends have deserted me. *The person I loved most in the world has up and left the country with his parents. *School's getting me down-and my marks are slipping. *The cuts are gone,but the marks are there. *My mum thinks I'm ill*blood test:|) *I have no more alcohol.And i have to lay off anyway Even I realise a lot of that is shit.But my world is so small.To me,That stuff is huge. I think,I've always known that though.Thats what seperates me from mere emos. The knowledge that my life isnt THAT bad. I'd love to get to know people,you know?real people.From all over. Last night,i stumbled across someone on bebo. She set up a sepaerate account,offering advice to people.Gave them her msn and said,come along for a chat.ID LOVE TO DO THAT...that sorta thing to me is just beautiful.She may have saved lives..shes certainly had many views.But then she'd older,and qualified.well,partially qualified. I wish I had it in me to do something great like that. I want to change the world for the better. right now i feel so small and insignificant. I suppose as a 16 year old im pretty powerless,But I want you guys to know,...whoever you are.. i guess... Look after yourselves?because theres always someone who cares. Never let the world close in on you,and never give up. We'll be okay live up to your dreams,live to live up to your dreams.Set yourself goals...It makes everything easier,if you have an aim... If someone isnt treating you right.,its them who sint right,not you.THEY are wrong and theyre not worth it. Look at life with logic-if you're saying that something you're feeling right now is really bad...well,it must have been better at some point,for you to make that comparison.And it'll be better againI'm saying all this,because this is what I should have told MYSELF long ago.I should have realised Guys,Ilove you Hug it out! xxx love, karen_marshall1@hotmail.co.uk

haha i just posted the longest journal ever,longer than the comment below...ive had experiences with this site before,so i copied it,in case it got lost...YET "the page could not be displayed" thing came on.i thought,keep calm,i can paste it. BUT IT DIDNT WORK,AND IT PASTED THE LAST COMMENT I LEFT ON A SONG!!!GRRRRR! does no one else despise when that happens? i was so angry i had to edit all the typos lmao ill probably rewrite later...

well,it seems I'm getting back into the hournal thing again. incidentally,does anybody else love reading these?The ones by other people that is?I posted my msn adress here earlier,and thee people added me.and i thought AWESOME. sometimes im on here,reading people's journals and i identifyy so much,and i want to contact them,and talk to them...just to say hi you know?i think gee,theyre cool.This site should set up a message thing.unless it already has one.which it may have,and ive overlooked it.i wouldnt put it past me. God,theres something our whole generation can't get past-and it's image.right now,greatest peev has goota be....EMO...like wtf? PEOPLE CALL ME EMO AND IT MAKES ME MAD....its such a general,broad term.I'm EMOTIONAL.ppl can say that to me,i won't take offence-i take things to heart,im sentimental and sensitive-but emo?WTF IS THAT? so ok it started in like...what..the eightys?and so a lot of people today have made it something very different to what it was then.i donty dislike "emo" music or "emo" clothes etc.But how the fuck does that work out?see what i mean about it being a braod term-its a fashion,a music genre,a lifestyle,and so many other things it seems. Does nobody else get infuriated when,one day,their mate or sibling or whatever suddenly likes..i dont know...mcr,fallout boy etc.Now now,thats fair enough. I don't particularly like those bands but I believe in respecting everyones tastes....its not THAT that gets to me.what DOES get to me is when,a day or two after THAT they decide that they get a new wardrobe and are suddenly lacking in any non black clothing. and THEN they decide they'd like to hang outside city hall(where,coincidentally,the goths and emos hang)...Oh but then that person makes a sudden discovery-THE WORLD HATES THEM!thats rigth,the world is acting against them,and them only!...the last step they then have to make is to tell people they arent emo.This is what makes a true emo. I know this is a complete rant,I just really hate fakers.gah. people need to learn that you cant define others with obne three letter word. I suggest we start a new genre.It will be called the "esque" genre-why you may ask?just add your name in front of eque,and thats the group you belong to.People are constantly trying to class me as chav or emo(they tend to have trouble,because im neither-my likes and dislikes are very diverse lol)I usually tell them im a karenesque being=] anyone backing up the "esque" theory? i certainly like it STILL BORED-feel free to add me,the offers still open karen_marshall1@hotmail.co.uk