Below are the 7 most recent journal entries recorded in xpromisedxliesx's LiveJournal:

Monday, January 24th, 2005
9:29 pm	I have a new journal...it is friends only...comment on it and I will add you... _runningxaway Current Mood: chipper
My <3 is Breaking
Monday, December 27th, 2004
3:42 pm	Don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a mask, a thousand masks. Maks that I am afraid to take off and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that's second nature to me. But don't be fooled. For God's sake don't be fooled. I give you the impression that confidence is my name and coolness is my game. That the water's calm and I'm in command and that I need no one. But don't believe me. My surface is smooth, my surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing. Benneath lies no complacence. Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness. But I hide this. I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed. That is why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant, sophisticated facade to help me pretend, to protect me from the glance that knows. But such a glance is precisly my salvation. My only hope and I know it. That is, if followed by love. It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self-built prison walls, from the barriers I so painstakingly erect. It's the only thing that will assure me of what I can't assure myself. So, I play my game -- a mask without, and a trembling child within. The empty parade of masks. I tell you everything, of what's crying within me. Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead. Who am I, you may wonder. I am someone you know very well. Yourself. That was written by Laurie Tackett. She is serving 60 years in prison for murder. She and 3 others beat this 12 years old girl, shoved something in her ass, hit her over the head with a tire iron everytime she made a noise in the truck and still this girl did not die. She died from smoke inhalation when they decided to get rid of the body by burning her to death. One of the girls, Toni, didn't do a thing to the little girl, whose name was Shanda, but she also didn't do anything to stop it. This all happened in 1992. It is a great book to read and if you get the chance you should read it. It is called Little Lost Angel. Current Mood: cheerful
My <3 is Breaking
Thursday, December 23rd, 2004
1:07 pm	Twas the night before Christmas, and he lived all alone, in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come in the chimney with presents to give, to see who in this house did live. I looked all about...a strange site I did see, No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the mantle, just boots filled with sand. On the the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. with medals and badges, awards of all kinds. A sober thought came through my mind, for this house was different, it was dark and dreary. I found the home of a Soldier, once I could see clearly. The soldier lay sleeping, silent..alone..curled up on the floor. The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder. Not how I pictured a United States Soldier. Was this the hreo of whom I'd just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight. Soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day. They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the soldiers, like the one lying here. I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home. The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry. The Soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice, "Santa don't cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more, my life is my God, my country, my corps. The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep. I kept watch for hours, so silent and still... and we both shivered from the cold night's chill. I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight. Then the Soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure. whispered, "carry on Santa, it's Christmas Day... all is secure." One look at my watch, and I knew he was right. "MERRY CHRISTMAS my Friend, And To All a Good Night." This poem was written by a soldier in Okinawa Japan... this was sent to me by a servicemans wife thru the net, and as I understand the only request from the solider, is this... to share his poem with as many people as possible! Please help pass this around in order to help raise awareness of the soldiers we do tend to forget... Current Mood: calm
My <3 is Breaking
Tuesday, August 31st, 2004
8:51 pm	True friends are the only people you can actually trust with your deepest darkest secrets and know for a fact that they will be the only people that will ever know that secret...because they can keep it a secret for a lifetime. Current Mood: discontent
2 Can Hear it Shatters | My <3 is Breaking
Wednesday, August 25th, 2004
5:44 am	Some People Don't Know The True Meaning of This... "Friends. A simple word isn't it? It's uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends? I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to. Now I know that friends aren't that, they're the people that touch your heart. You could spend hours with them doing nothing at all and it can be the best time of your life, just becuase it was with them. They're the people you can share your secrets with, cry with, laugh with, and just have fun with. They don't judge you or make you change. They accept you exactly as you are. They look at you and they see a great person, one they love spending time with. You all share something in common and are tied together by memories, tears, laughs and smiles. You're tied together by love for the other. Friendship is the strangest but greatest thing in the world. I find my time with my friends, the best times of my life. My friends are my heart, my soul, my fun, my laughter, tears, love and my life." Current Mood: cynical
1 Can Hear it Shatter | My <3 is Breaking
Monday, August 23rd, 2004
3:17 am	Well life is good...I need a damn job though...and I don't know what I want on a lot of subjects...but I do know that I need to get my diploma so I can enlist in the service...but I am out for now... Current Mood: content
4 Can Hear it Shatters | My <3 is Breaking
3:14 am	We can be friends or we can be enemies..... comment to be added Current Mood: content
3 Can Hear it Shatters | My <3 is Breaking