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You scored as Red. Your heart is red. You are full of anger and hate, possibly even jealousy. You will never be happy until the person(s) that have made you a fuck up get what they deserve. You want revenge, and you feel you'll never be satisfied until you get it. Sometimes it's easier to just let go, but sometimes you'll never give up on getting what you/they deserve.
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Black |
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100% |
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Red |
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100% |
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White |
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82% |
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Blue |
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64% |
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Yellow |
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64% |
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Pink |
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64% |
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Green |
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64% |
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Orange |
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64% |
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Purple |
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54% | ~What colour is your heart?~ created with QuizFarm.com |
You scored as Unipolar Depression. Congraulations! You are depressed! You know just how it feels to bear all the world's burdens, and the value of a 19-hour night's sleep. And you really hate that circle-guy thing on your Zoloft pill packets.
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Unipolar Depression |
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100% |
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Antisocial Personality Disorder |
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50% |
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Borderline Personality Disorder |
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42% |
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Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder |
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33% |
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Schizophrenia |
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33% |
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Eating Disorders |
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0% | Which mental disorder do you have? created with QuizFarm.com |
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You scored as Malice. Malice, you are the physical type, but only to harm. You are angry with the world and lash it out to anyone. Anger management wouldn't be enough to hold back your abuse. The color of your malice is brick red.
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Malice |
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100% |
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Loneliness |
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100% |
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Blasphemy |
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100% |
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Flawed |
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92% |
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Arrogance |
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83% |
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Hatred |
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67% | Which trait are you? ( dark ) created with QuizFarm.com | | | |
| I have this recurring dream that am holding a pistol in my hand just staring at it. It is a bold silver polished desert eagle type. After starring at the gun for a while I then point it at the person standing motionless in front of me. I can not see their face but I know they are familiar. I begin to cry. I want to pull the trigger so bad but I can't. I then take the gun and point it at me. I then shoot my self in the stomach and fall to my knees and wait to bleed out. Everything slowly gets darker. A smile comes across my face as I fall on my face.
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| If I could paint a picture (in words) of how I feel it would look something like this:
I am sitting in a corner of a really big, dark room. I can see no one, only hear them. I hear many voices with many emotions. Some voices express concern, some anger, most others don't even know I am there. All voices are familiar. The room seems very large. I extend my arms as far as possible and can feel no one. I can not move I am bound by something. I know there is a door in the room for which my freedom is awaiting; however, the door is locked and I can not see the door. The only light in the room is a single beam of which the key is illuminated. The light comes from a single unbreakable window with no view of the out side. When looking though it, it is only a gray sky and no ground. An endless, gray see of nothingness. I see many walk into the light and retrieve the key, but they disappear into the light leaving the key behind for others. They do not look afraid when they reach the light. I watch silently as one by one those around me go into the light. First my mother, then Nick, then Leah, then Torey, then Uncle Gene, then Uncle Wayne, then Aunt Sarah. Many more pass through the light these where the only ones that truly touched me. I saw only one that grabbed the key and walked out the door, My father. The sound of the door closing behind him scared me.
It seems that I can not talked to any one in the room for long before I can not hear them any longer. They either get to the key or they disappear. I feel all alone. I can not move. Can some one help me. | | |
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I have absolutely nothing interesting
to say. My week end was a bit unusual. I had all day Saturday off. Yes
it was planned that way. I went to a bachelorette party if you could
call it that. It was fun I guess. it was in Jackson, TN we went to a
comedy club and then to a karaoke bar. I didn't drink all that
much and I wasn't even the DD. I am just so over the kill the brain cell
bashes. I am stupid enough as it is and I cant stand being sick.
The wonderful part was on the way back I had to drive my friends SUV
home because she was to bad hung over and because she had to be a work
soon she told me to fly like a bat out of hell. Well I did so we where
in Boonville when the happy state trooper pulled me over yeah I was
doing oh say about 90 in a 65. Yeah I'm screwed. So if anyone wants to
donate to the lindze fund that would be awesome.
`It has been about two weeks since I have heard from Bobby my so called
boyfriend. I see him at school and he acts like everything is groove.
Every night I call and he is not there. So it looks as though, since he
got I'm self a new ride he doesn't need lindze anymore. Well No one
makes a fool out of LINDZE HILL. He will pay.
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