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Name: Isaac
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Lubbock
Birthday: 7/16/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Soccer, Girls, Girls that play Soccer, Hanging out with Friends, Watching Movies, Being A DareDevil/JackAss type, Playing Jokes and Pranks o other People, Doing things that put My Life in Danger, Above all of that I Love to play Soccer!!!
Expertise: Soccer, Girls, Doing Very Stupid Things Like on JackAss, Putting My Life in Danger, And Running From The Cops!!!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
12/18/2005
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| Ok, yes its been half a year since the last time that i was actually on
this site, there are way better things to do than sit at computers and
write things like this, but since i'm here, i mine as well, what the
hell what can it hurt
this year has been great and to my surprise, i actually
found the one person that i want to spend the rest of my life with, and
its an amazing feeling when you know that they are the right person for
you, i think Kelsey knows what i'm talking about, right? but overall
school is good and s is the rest of my life for right now, i hope
itsthe same for every one as well, ttyl, comment.......the ones that
still use this thing.
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| her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"Please God, why is
My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
And the poor child was beaten
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest!"
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dieing
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying
Police showed up
At the small little house
Then quickly barged in
Everything quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the little girl
Lieing on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms | | |
| Ok, so I guess its time to put something new on
here.
This year has been a fun a year, but at the same time a
miserable one too. I can't wait till skools out!
The other day I got in trouble and my dad and I got into an
argument and at the end he told me that if I keep it up, what ever I’m doing,
he will send me to go live with my real dad in Arizona and that if it was his
choice, that I would have never lived here for as long as i have if the choice
was up to him. Its just one more year till I can leave this house and not have
to worry about him, I don't know exactly where I’m going to stay, but at least
I wont have to worry about him anymore.
Last night I had some friends over, it was the first time in a
long time that we actually did something together, unlike other times we will
start to do something then people leave because there pissed or some shit like
that happens and they decide to leave. But there was one in particular that I
have always liked to hang out with, and do things with, and last night was the
first time that we had done anything out of skool of a long time, all the other
times she was either pissed off or she just didn't want to talk to me, but
thats all in the past. I think and hope that we do these type of things more
often, and not just maybe once every month. Its was fun even though the girls
beat the guys in basketball, and the one where I lost 8-3 to a girl (the first
5 I let her have cause I was just messing around and didn't want to make her
mad or anything like that, but she doesn't know that) well its not the first
time that I let her win, jk, she has beat me before when i wasn't playing
around and later when I got home I cried cause I lost to her, a girl! If thats
what keeps her coming back then I have no problem losing in one on one games
with her.
Soccer this year wasn't the best year either, we went 1-7 this
year, at least its better than last years. I had some fun times while we were
out of town, but some of my best times were when I was playing and
took out people. talk to yalls people laterz!
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| Ok, so i think its time to finally update, and this is it.
Well in soccer we aren't doing to good and i had to sit
out at last nights game because my coach got pissed at me for walking
out of my 2nd period class, and i got a pink slip, and 2 days of ISS,
on the 3rd and 24th of march. That will be fun! Nothing to much is is
going on in school, i'm passing and thats about is and i found out that
a few people want to fight me but wont fight me alone, fuckin' pussies!
I think i'm grounded now because of me walking out of class, so i don't
think i will be able to do anything for about a month or more, so no
more fun for awhile.
I just found out the other day that nothing will evr go my
way, nothing is ever going to end up right for me, everything good
eventually goes bad and never gets better. So i was thinking about
joining the army, and wondering what branch i should get in, the army,
navy, airforce or the marines, that could be me after i get out
of school, since the marines was my 1st choice.
well thats about it for know, so comment me back and i'll comment back laterz!
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| Every time I see her, I see every thing that I could have had, every
thing that I once had. It kills me just to look at her and even more
when she smiles, it reminds me of the past, when I would make her laugh
and just look at the one thing that mattered to me in my life. When I
was with her, I would forget every thing that happened before and only
think about her, she made every thing bad turn out good, she was the
only person that I can honestly say that I love, and she is the only
one that I can say that to. But people say things get worse before they
get better, thats bullshit, nothing ever gets better than before, it
just doesn't matter as much any more. Some days I wonder what would
have happened if I did cut the right spot on my wrist, would people be
happier if they didn't know me or is it better that they did meet me?
Every time some thing goes wrong, I hope that I will see her the next
day at school or any other place. I would do anything for her, and even
more to be able to hold her like I used to, to be able to hold her
hand, walk her to class, go to parks and walk around at night, every
time I see her these things come into my mind, and I start to regret
not doing some thing and regret doing somethings that I shouldn't have
done, said or written to her. I can tell her that I'm sorry my whole
life but that wont change anything, people say that we will end up
together again, but I don't think we will, at first I thought that ...
Now I know that I ruined the best thing in my life, its hard to let it
go, but it was also just as hard when we were still together and trying
not to do anything wrong to mess anything up, I did every thing wrong,
and I thought that I might have gotten one more chance, but it never
happened. When you love some one tell them, don't wait for some thing
bad to happen before you think of actually telling them how you really
feel, I fucked it up once and hopefully it wont happen again.
In soccer we haven't been doing our best, almost every body was
failling something, and people are starting to blame things on other
people that had nothing to do with it. My coach sucks, he doesn't know
what hes talking about some times, and brings the team down when he
should be trying to bring us up, what a bitch. Well we get a week off
till are actual season starts, and hopefully we will do better than we
did at the tourns, maybe some day coach will learn to listen to what we
have to say, because some of the stuff we say can be useful.This is it
for now, TaLk LaTeRz...
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