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Betrayal...

...embodies the universal truth which you seek.

Created on 2005-06-02 11:33:37 (#7305780), last updated 2005-07-12

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Name:	add__it_up
Birthdate:	02-22
Website:	it's MY space. it's my SPACE. canyou...digit?

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fools betta reco'nize

And sometimes when you're on,
You're really fucking on.
And your friends, they sing along.
And they love you.
But the lows are so extreme
That the good seems fucking cheap,
And it teases you for weeks in its absence.

_illusiveallure.
♥

my name is kelly michelle felix. i'm a sucker for commas, but i hate to capitalize things. my cell phone is the love of my life, regardless as to how shallow that sounds. music is my life. in fact, music is more important than my life. i'd do anything for my friends. let me reiterate- anything. people think i'm on drugs; i'm constantly having to show my arms to prove there are no marks from needles. i don't like liars. i don't like drunks. sometimes when i'm insecure, i drink apple juice out of my sippy cup. i think muffins are about the best thing ever. i hate my parents; i won't cry at their funeral. my love is drawing, but my gift is writing. no guy has ever loved me and then stayed in my life. ever. the thing i want most is my innocence back. i like halloween better than i like christmas. religion is a mystery to me, and i try to not think about it too much. life bothers me, and i overanalyze it. most of my journal consists of private entries. the movie eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, the book stargirl, and the manga shutterbox explain me best. i like to cuddle. i fall in love with anyone who shows me the least bit attention. i think psp8 is amazing. i have a tickle me elmo. i used to collect cabbage patch kids, and i still have them. i am filled with useless information about useless things. i am the messiest neat freak you will ever meet. i hate being cold. i have intentionally hurt someone maybe once, twice at most. i try to be artistic. i will never fit in, and i refuse to try. i would be ugly if i weren't so cute. i am pathetic, elegant, and glamorous all in one. remember me.

i am a motherfucking PROUD MEMBER

of the motherfucking K.F.C. (Krysia Fan Club)

and will PROUDLY BEAT the SHIT out of ANYONE who says

ANYTHING BAD about motherfucking

KRYSIA RACHELLE GWIN!

*cough*jamesISGOINDOWNNNN*cough*

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song lyrics from stray light run

Mistakes We Knew We Were Making
and all our sins come back to haunt us in the end
to hang around and tap us on the shoulder
and smile
silent
it's all implied
"you'll die trying to live this down. you might as well forget it."
still, i'm convinced that wondering what if is the worst thing there is
so we bottled and shelved all our regrets
let them ferment and came back to our senses
drove back home and slept a few days
woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be
all these lines fall short of what i had in mind
a failed attempt to capsulize a feeling
so i just try fail and try and try again
someday i swear i'm going to get it
because i'm convinced that giving in is the worst thing there is
we'll get over it
sad, strong, safe and sober
we'll move forward
and know where we went wrong
but "you can't go home again."

Existentialism on Prom Night
when the sun came up
we were sleeping in
sunk inside our blankets
sprawled across the bed
and we were dreaming
there are moments when i know it
and the world revolves around us
and we're keeping it
keeping it all going
this delicate balance
vulnerable
all knowing
(sing like you think no one's listening)
you would kill for this
just a little bit
so, sing me something soft
sad and delicate
or loud and out of key
sing me anything
we're glad for what we've got
done with what we've lost
our whole lives laid out right in front of us

It's for the Best
it takes more time than i've ever had
drains the life from me
makes me want to forget
as young as i was, i felt older back then
more disciplined, stronger and certain
but i was scared to death of eternity
i was saved by grace
but destroyed by naivety
and i lied to myself
and said it was for the best
so now faith is replaced with a logic so cold
i've disregarded what i was
now that i'm older
and i know much more than i did back then
but the more i learn
the more i can't understand
and i've become content with this life that i lead
where i drink to much and don't believe in much of anything
and i lie to myself
and say "it's for the best."
we're moving forward, but holding ourselves back
and we're waiting on something that will never come

The Tension and the Terror
all the boys voices cracking
oh, the moaning half tones
come summertime, we're all the same age here
all the tension and the terror
thin limbed gorgeous green eyes smiling
and i'm going straight to hell
all the possibility and promise just weighs on me so heavily
and i try but i'm not convincing
your lips, they pout and twist
and i die trying just to keep myself from kissing you.
you take in everything with a certainty i envy
it's somehow all i need
just keep me guessing please
darling, all of these awkwardjumpstartstalling conversations
mean much more to me than anything
it comes down to me and you
and whether we're supposed to or not, we still will
we're so much better off than them
all the possibility and promise just weighs on me so heavily...
a look
a laugh
a smile
a second passes by and i regret it
words just aren't right
sometimes i just can't explain
all the ways you devastate me
always on my mind

A Slow Descent
i'm tired
cynical and broken, but wiser
heavy with a sense of resentment
but i used to be so much different
i used to have so much faith
when i started
you knew that i always meant it
i knew i could make a difference
i struggled to be heard
and then finally, one day people started listening
and i knew it
but as soon as it began it was ruined
a slow descent from unique to routine
over and over
"just do it again and this time with feeling"
the spotlight
the focus on the friends and the feelings
that made those stupid songs all worth singing
and don't you say a word
unless you're pretty sure that you want it analyzed
so we drove
for what seemed like days
over roads
and four lane highways
we said all we had to say
and i realized in time that it didn't mean anything
never
not ever again...
not like that
"it's only a matter of time"

NO ONE LIKES YOU AND YOU'RE GOING TO DIE ALL ALONE...
...just like me...

these scars i wear upon my wrist serve not only as the remnants, but also as the reminders, of vain efforts and futile attempts to gain everything by losing it all.

don't you ever dare try to look down on me for the things i do, because you don't go through the same experiences i do. i have a past filled with things you will never know, and a future no one can be sure of. we all have our problems, but mine are not the same as yours. so do not ever try to complain to me about or lecture me on the mistakes i make. they were meant for me to learn from, not for you to judge me on.

~*~KellyTheOddOne~*~

i know a little llama,
his name is llama joe!
if you hit him on the head,
he's gunna say ouch!
llama!

October 11th, is National Coming Out Day. So.. if want to tell me anything.. go head.. it's ok, i already know.

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