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Feste
19 January 2010 @ 03:26 pm
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This journal is now friends only. The only public entries on this journal are my stories and my prose. I will pretty much add anyone, I just like to know exactly who is looking at my journal. I'm just paranoid like that. Comment to be added =]

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Feste
23 August 2009 @ 07:59 pm
Everyone needs to check this site out. It's hilarious/amazing. Whether you're a writer or not, though it tends to be extremely amusing if you are a writer, you should check this out. All you got to do is upload some of your writing, it says that it works better with a document over 500 words, select fiction, nonfiction or blog, and wait for about four seconds. It determines your gender based upon an algorithm the computer set up based on words that the computer filters out of your writing, and it's not words that you'd assume it would choose like, fluffy and soft and cute for female, and hard and extreme and edgy for male. Some examples are if, with and where for female and around, what and more for male. I think it's pretty awesome.

Comment with what gender it gives you, where it be the opposite, like mine, or your proper gender.
It's super cool, apparently I write like a man, which I find neat. :D

Words: 2031

Female Score: 1244
Male Score: 3637

The Gender Genie thinks the author of this passage is: male!
 
 
Current Mood: amusedamused
 
 
Feste
26 July 2009 @ 07:11 pm
My purse, and everything it contains.

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Feste
14 March 2009 @ 12:34 am
I never thought it would happen, not with you. I always thought you would come around, see what was in front of you and not see right through me, but I thought wrong, I set myself up for the hardest fall. I hit the pavement with a crack, and I don't think I'll ever be the same, not when you're doe-eyed over her, and I'm in the corner with my shadow. I wish I could tell you everything I feel, let out every damn emotion locked in the cage beneath my chest. I wish I could scream at you, scream until my throat is raw and broken, I wouldn't care if the last words I uttered were to you. I wish I could cry, let you see every tear I've shed over you and the heartache you've caused, but, I know I won't. I know I won't because for once, you seem so happy, the glow that emits from you is so bright that I can't bear to take it from you. So, here I sit, hoping that she accepts you and you two become happy, as a wise woman once said, "Ohhh, she so digs you!" as we read the texts you had. I'll sit here, toying with the memories of things that never happened, and lean on the shoulder that you left behind, he'll sit with me and it'll be fine. He told me he loves me, but there are things in the way, things that can't be changed to get to where I wish I could be. I'll sit here and curl up in the warmth of memories with good friends and lost hopes and hope that I can pull myself out of bed tomorrow to face you, because I know I might not have the courage to look at you and know that I can't even imagine what I wish were true, was true. It's okay though, I have my friends and I know, for now, it's enough to keep me coming back for more, more of what, we'll just have to see.
 
 
Current Mood: depresseddepressed
 
 
Feste
08 March 2009 @ 09:36 pm


The hoodie, I've written about so many time before, almost seems like a character in my head. I feel the soft fleece and smile, knowing he has felt the same feeling. A blush rises on my cheeks, thanking God no one else heard the thought but me. The long sleeves fall much farther past my fingers, obviously designed for another gender that I laugh at the fact I bought it for it's presence in my mind, but I don't care, I snuggle deeper into the fabric and feel my eyes droop. I let a smile curl upon my lips as let myself feel happiness; it's so foreign that it scares me to feel something so... bright. I let it fill me and love it, wish that my life could always feel this good, but I know it won't last, nothing good can last for long.



 
 
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Feste
06 March 2009 @ 11:37 pm


I hide behind the headphones, big and black as they cover up my ears, though the music is long dead now, nothing's coming through the foam. I want to cry, want to let the tears fall, but I know if I do you'll just yell, scream at me until I'm hyperventilating behind a closed door. So I hide; I pull them over my ears like a security blanket and hide in the silence. I feel my eyes well up as you continue to speak, thinking my precious garbage is flowing through my ears, bringing me to my safe haven, but it's not; the battery has long since died and I can't seem to feel that, maybe so have I.



 
 
Current Mood: depresseddepressed