louisvbarbie's Notebook

Dec 27, 2013 at 6:24am

The white powder in the famous lines glided smoothly into the rolled up ten dollar bill, an irresistible high she always dreamed of. Body becoming numb, time starting to slow down, her life becoming one stop motion movie.

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louisvbarbie

Dec 27, 2013 at 6:20am

If you look close enough, you might find the true person in her stories.

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louisvbarbie

Nov 23, 2013 at 7:16pm

I have a new writing site up, please check it out and maybe discover more to who I really am.

http://www.tumblr.com/blog/louisvbarbiewriting

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louisvbarbie

Nov 23, 2013 at 7:07pm

Every love story is the same, the beautiful girl finds the guy of her dreams that will sweep her off of her feet and they will hopelessly and romantically fall in love together. Even as we are young girls movies and stories and play it the same with the princess and prince with an evil queen trying to break them apart but in the moral of the stories love always proveil. Then as we grow older we are prone to understand from heartbreak after heartbreak that fairy tales and happy endings don't happen and never really existed. We search and search for that one guy that will sweep us off our feet and we try the jocks, nerds and average guys in search then when we hopelessly give up the perfect guy comes around but is he really the perfect guy? Or does he just seem perfect because we are so afraid that we will be alone for the rest of our lives and just deal with the many flaws that seem to pop up.

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louisvbarbie

Nov 23, 2013 at 1:02am

Who am I?

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louisvbarbie

Nov 20, 2013 at 2:26pm

She patiently sat on the cold floor but did she really know what she was actually waiting for? The note that was secretly stashed in her school locker said to meet at the end stairway. She so desperately wanted to know who wrote it, maybe its the guy she's been crushing on since third grade or the most popular guy in school but whoever it was she just had to know. She wasn't popular but she wasn't what people would call a loser instead she just quietly drifted through school waiting and watching the school years pass. There was a slight noise the echoing laughter but she couldn't figure out which way it was coming from. Her racing heart about to pound out of her chest, she sight slowly becoming fuzzy, oh my gosh was she about to faint? No she couldn't she had to find out who wrote the note, shewas determined.

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louisvbarbie

Nov 9, 2013 at 7:51pm

He whispered in her ear slowly " Are those scars from me" as he tightly holds out the girls wrist.
"Yes." Tears slowly welded up in her pretty blue eyes.
How could he look at himself now? Knowing that he hurt the one person he truly loved. The feeling of ultimate guilt ran through his entire body punching him in his stomach as hard as it could, the feeling that could never be described but only felt by those that have disappointed those they would never want to hurt in a million of years.

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louisvbarbie

Nov 9, 2013 at 12:45am

Dark red blood rushed down her pale wrist, droplets silently falling in to the now cold water spreading the color of self disgust. Tears rushing down her soft cheeks as she cried without a sound. This was for the people that said she was worthless, an embarrassment to her family, the people that judge her without knowing her story. She was nothing but a fragile butterfly now broken without her wings hoping that taking her own life would be the answer to all her problems. People would think she is a coward for taking her life, but in reality they were the cowards! How could they do this to such a beautiful girl that didn't even know how shined in a dark room? That girl that took her life was me.

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louisvbarbie

Nov 8, 2013 at 6:32pm

I am at a lost of words, I don't know how to communicate anymore. Life is spiraling around me like a bunch of neon lights displaying all their perfectly beautiful colors, showing proudly and brightly. Everything is in fast motion around me and I slowly walk downtown in slow motion wondering where all the simplicity has gone. Where are all the beautiful creatures gone? This world is getting darker and more crowed with every step that I take, I slowly lose my breath as a rush of life pulses through my entire body.

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louisvbarbie

Nov 5, 2013 at 12:18am

Can anyone hear me? I keep shouting at the top of my lungs but for some reason nothing is coming out, not a sound.

The water is cold as it wraps my body like a blanket but should't it feel wet? Instead I feel nothing but numbness.

Why can't anyone help me, then i realized I'm all alone.

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ENB

Nov 6, 2013 at 8:54am

Once again, just like me. Sometimes I'll be going through a bad day. No one seems to hear me; no one understands my thoughts. I pick up my favorite book (anything Tolkien related) and read maybe just one chapter, and I burst into tears. The characters in the book just seem to speak to me. Somehow they understand. It's the same way when I write. My characters and my creations reflect what I am going through. I can make them listen, make them hear me. That's why I want to be an author.

louisvbarbie

Nov 3, 2013 at 11:55pm

Do you guys every feel like you can't be you and that you have to hide your true self away from others? Well that's how i feel every single day but here I get to express myself through my writing. I hope I can get support from fellow writers like myself.

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ENB

Nov 6, 2013 at 8:48am

Exactly the way I feel. You sound just like me! How old are you? I'm a sophomore in highschool, but I'm homeschooled and naturally very shy and timid. I continually want to talk to people and tell them who I am, but tears well up in my eyes because no one understands. That's why I write. I want to talk to the whole world, I want them to know who I am, but now that will be through my writing.