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Hi this is the lyrics to a song I’ve wrote could Past-Story play on words to pastry 😛 could you tell me what you think, thank you 🙂
Hear the voice inside your head,
Filling you with hatred filling you with dread,
Making you want to spend days in bed
No matter what anybody says
You believe it’s true
Affecting the way you spend
Every day of your life
I’m a man I need to face my demons
but I, myself don’t understand them
Maybe I should just dream on
You try and help yourself but nothing works
Always end up with the uneducated berks
You relate to about as much as Turks
But they won’t make me turn on the water works
Chorus.
Take the voices, decide what they say
Take the negative comments & put them at bay
Live life to the full until you become grey
Have the grandchildren around ‘Oh I Say!’
Flying away to somewhere new
Finding much better things to do
Allowing the problems to fade away
Seeing blue skies and not the grey
Wanting a path of which I’ll employ
Of which will make me laugh & also enjoy
An outcome not of a wasted attempt
An effort of which was well worth spent
Raise your profile let your personality unleash
Even if it only attracts a particular niche
Love yourself like you love your mates
Don’t let your low self-esteem produce fates
Chorus.
Your time has come but what have you done
Has your life just begone
Have you lived happily & long
Did you think you were right
When you were wrong?

This is the beggining of a story I’m writing. Its going to get more interesting as it gets into it. Shes going to run away Ect. So it this good so far? What should I change? I’m 13 Btw. Thankyouu(: <33 –
"Could you drive a little faster?" "I'm going as fast as I can Janet!", Mom said as our bright blue Mini-Vann sped down the highway in the pouring rain. 'We were one state away from home, & this is how it would end', I thought. We had gone half across the country to see family in Louisianna. Now, almost to California, we were sitting in the car as the unfamiliar sirens sounded. We wer'nt used to this kind of weather. The wind whiping back & forth, again & again. "There's nowhere else to go,", Mom said pulling over on the side of the empty road. Her, Seth & I, huddled together & hoped for a miracle as a huge, black, twister was no more than four feet from the car.
Breathing heavy I was quick to sit up in bed. That was the most messed up dream to cross my head this month. I layed back down a minute & thought about the day ahead of me. First day of Highschool. The stress was screwing up my head. I knew if I didnt' get up Mom would come in yelling at me. So I left my bed, My mix-matched neon socks hitting the cold floor. I walked into my bathroom, & Jumped in the shower, sliding off the long, pink, Victoria Secret° Pajama Pants. Usually, I strayed from these stores, but they were a gift from Rani. This along with Abercrombie & Finch° were my Best Friend's favorite stores. 'I don't know what Me & Rani have in common, almost nothing, but yet we're the best. of friends.', I thought as I washed the long black hair hanging from my head.
Turning the water off, I steped out of the plastic tub. Now in my walk-in closet, Im surrounded by Hottopic°, Spencers°, & Flee Market clothes. Finally, I decide on an outfit; A Slipknot shirt, Dark Denim Skinnys, & My favorite pair of doodled on, black Converse. Back in the bathroom, I turn on my hair straightener. I watch the light on it blink back & forth for a minute before opening my make-up droor. I swipe on the most unnoticeable shade of eyeshadow, Lashblast, & then reach for my eyeliner. I look down to find that the long stick with skulls going down the side, is missing. I tear apart the bathroom before finding the eyeliner under the fluffy purple bathroom rug. I quickly draw my waterline, & the do my hair. Grabbing the Alasana messenger bag I leave the room.
Down stairs, I See my Mom. "Your going like that..?", she says criticaly. "Mom, Its school, not church.", I say looking down at th dinosaurs drawn on my shoes. "Well at least eat some breakfast," She snaps. "No time,", I say walking by Seth. "Have a good first day of fourhgrade..", I manage. "Bye!", We all say as I slam the kitchen's side door. Smashing earphones blasting Black Veil Brides' in my ears as I run down the wooden steps. As I get to the busstop, I see the same kids in flair jeans, & 2Strapped bookbags that reminded me of Elementary. After what seemed like an eternity, A bus pulls up with an eager Rani in the front seat on th right. As I pass her I said "Lets go to the back,". She strugles to walk there on the now moving bus. I watch as she sits down beside me, her Clair's° Bracelets jangling. 'This is going to be a good day', I thought, as Rani sat, telling me all about the new guy she likes. I have to admit I was thinking too hard to be listening to her. Besides, with her its a diffrent guy every week.

This is the private diary of a Viagra housewife…
Day 1
Just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with not much to celebrate. When it came time to re-enact our wedding night, he locked himself in the bathroom and cried.
Day 2
Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He’s impotent, he says, and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn’t he tell me something I don’t know! I mean, he actually thinks I haven’t noticed.
Day 3
This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday, I saw a picture of Nelson’s Column and burst into tears.
Day 4
A miracle has happened! There’s a new drug on the market that will fix his ‘problem’. It’s called Viagra. I told him that if he takes Viagra, things will be just like they were on our wedding night. I think this will work. I replaced his Prozac with the Viagra, hoping to lift something other than his mood.
Day 5
What absolute bliss!!.
Day 6
Isn’t life wonderful but it’s difficult to write while he’s doing that.
Day 7
This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at Burger King, the manager asked me if I’d like a Whopper. He thought they were talking about him. But, have to admit it’s very nice – I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.
Day 8
I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of mowing the lawn, he was using his new friend as a weed wacker. I’m also getting a bit sore down there.
Day 9
No time to write. He might catch me.
Day 10
Okay, I admit it. I’m hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much. And to make matters worse, he’s washing the Viagra down with neat whisky! What am I going to do? I feel tacky all over….
Day 11
I’m basically being screwed to death. It’s like living with a Black and Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the bed. Even my armpits hurt. He’s a complete pig.
Day 12
I wish he was gay. I’ve stopped wearing make-up, cleaning my teeth or even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even yawning has
become dangerous…
Day 13
Every time I shut my eyes, there’s a sneak attack! It’s like going to bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he tries that Oops, sorry thing again, I’ll kill the b**tard.
Day 14
I’ve done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even started dressing like a nun but this just seems to make him more horny. Help me!
Day 15
I think I’ll have to kill him. I’m starting to stick to everything I sit on. The cat and dog won’t go near him and our friends don’t come over any more. Last night I told him to go and f*ck himself and he did.
Day 16
The b**tard has started to complain about headaches. I hope the bloody thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the Viagra and going back on Prozac.
Day 17
Switched the pills but it doesn’t seem to have made any difference…Christ! Here he comes again!
Day 18
He’s back on Prozac. The lazy sod just sits there in front of the TV all day with that remote control in his hand and expects me to do everything for him. What absolute bliss!

Diary of a Viagra Wife
Day 1.
Just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with not much to celebrate. When it came time to re-enact our wedding night, he locked himself in the bathroom and cried.
Day 2.
Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He’s impotent, he says, and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn’t he tell me something I don’t know! I mean, he actually thinks I haven’t noticed.
Day 3.
This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday, I saw a picture of the Washington Monument and burst into tears.
Day 4.
A miracle has happened! There’s a new drug on the market that will fix his problem. It’s called Viagra. I told him that if he takes Viagra things will be just like they were on our wedding night. I think this will work. I replaced his Prozac with the Viagra, hoping to lift something other than his mood.
Day 5.
What absolute bliss!!.
Day 6.
Isn’t life wonderful but it’s difficult to write while he’s doing that.
Day 7.
This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at Burger King, the manager asked me if I’d like a Whopper. He thought they were talking about him. But, I have to admit it’s very nice – I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.
Day 8.
I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of mowing the lawn, he was using his new friend as a weed wacker. I’m also getting a bit sore down there.
Day 9.
No time to write. He might catch me.
Day 10.
Okay, I admit it. I’m hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much. And to make matters worse, he’s washing the Viagra down with whip cream and whisky! What am I going to do? I feel tacky all over….
Day 11.
I’m basically being scr£wed to death. It’s like living with a Black and Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the bed. Even my armpits hurt. He’s a complete pig.
Day 12.
I wish he was gay. I’ve stopped wearing make-up, cleaning my teeth or even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even yawning has become dangerous …
Day 13.
Every time I shut my eyes, there’s a sneak attack! It’s like going to bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he tries that Oops, sorry, thing again, I’ll kill the *******.
Day 14.
I’ve done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even started dressing like a nun but this just seems to make him h-o-r-n-i-e-r. Help me.
Day 15.
I think I’ll have to kill him. The cat and dog won’t go near him and our friends don’t come over any more. Last night I told him to go and f… himself and he did.
Day 16.
The ******* has started to complain about headaches. I hope the bloody thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the Viagra and going back on Prozac.
Day 17.
Switched the pills but it doesn’t seem to have made any difference… Christ! Here he comes again!
Day 18.
He’s back on Prozac. The lazy sod just sits there in front of the telly all day with that remote control in his hand and expects me to do everything for him. What absolute bliss!

Day 1
Just celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary with not much to celebrate. When it came time to re-enact our wedding night, he locked himself in the bathroom and cried.
Day 2
Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He’s impotent, he says, and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn’t he tell me something I don’t know! I mean, he actually thinks I haven’t noticed.
Day 3
This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday, I saw a picture of Nelson’s Column and burst into tears.
Day 4
A miracle has happened! There’s a new drug on the market that will fix his ‘problem’. It’s called Viagra. I told him that if he takes Viagra, things will be just like they were on our wedding night. I think this will work. I replaced his Prozac with the Viagra, hoping to lift something other than his mood.
Day 5
What absolute bliss!!.
Day 6
Isn’t life wonderful but it’s difficult to write while he’s doing that.
Day 7
This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at Burger King, the manager asked me if I’d like a Whopper. He thought they were talking about him. But, have to admit it’s very nice – I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.
Day 8
I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of mowing the lawn, he was using his new friend as a weed wacker. I’m also getting a bit sore down there.
Day 9
No time to write. He might catch me.
Day 10
Okay, I admit it. I’m hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much. And to make matters worse, he’s washing the Viagra down with neat whisky! What am I going to do? I feel tacky all over….
Day 11
I’m basically being screwed to death. It’s like living with a Black and Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the bed. Even my armpits hurt. He’s a complete pig.
Day 12
I wish he was gay. I’ve stopped wearing make-up, cleaning my teeth or even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even yawning has
become dangerous…
Day 13
Every time I shut my eyes, there’s a sneak attack! It’s like going to bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he tries that Oops, sorry thing again, I’ll kill the bastard.
Day 14
I’ve done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even started dressing like a nun but this just seems to make him more horny. Help me!
Day 15
I think I’ll have to kill him. I’m starting to stick to everything I sit on. The cat and dog won’t go near him and our friends don’t come over any more. Last night I told him to go and **** himself and he did.
Day 16
The bastard has started to complain about headaches. I hope the bloody thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the Viagra and going back on Prozac.
Day 17
Switched the pills but it doesn’t seem to have made any difference…Christ! Here he comes again!
Day 18
He’s back on Prozac. The lazy sod just sits there in front of the TV all day with that remote control in his hand and expects me to do everything for him. What absolute bliss!

I am moving into a college affiliated apartment, cant paint the walls so I have to deal with white walls which I feel makes decorating harder.
There is a dresser, nightstand, bed, (all three are light brown wood) and a small black couch. Which obviously means I need to incorporate black into my room which I have no problem with!
I am looking to avoid the typical tacky dorm room ‘bright’ colors (orange and pick mainly) unless they are used as accents
Please include what color you think my curtains should be! Thank you for your help