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I wasn't going to do this on this site but now I realize that I really want to. This is Olivia Penpraze, she attempted suicide in March and ended up brain dead. Her parents pulled her plug April 3, 2012. She made this video to tell people why: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fKSNONstD8A&list=FLwquQEpKuF-9oqJF8NAjolg&index=13&feature=plpp_video This is my ode to her (more of my reaction when I first watched her videos), Olivia, you have haunted me. I find I'm able to relate to you on a very insignificant amount and in a completely different way. I have never in my life seen that much hopelessness in a person and heard it in their voice, r

I got a wax rose a couple of weeks ago, I hung it upside down like the man who sold it to me suggested I do. Overtime I've noticed the leaves caving into each other, wrapping around the stem, and evidence of decay underneath the bright, glittery orange wax. The point of this is that I immediately thought how strange it was knowing that underneath the pleasant exterior there was something slowly dying on the inside, and eventually the fully decayed dust of the once rose will just be trapped inside the wax, forced to hold it's shape. Which made me mutter, "people are like wax roses". I feel that people are often pushed to their limits to hold t

Just some things that have made their way to my brain: I don't want to be loved. No I never want to hear the loose phrase, "I love you" whispered to me under false pretenses. When I hear someone tell me they love me, what I really want them to be saying is that they cherish me. Treasure me. As in I make an impact in their life and mean something more to them than a sack of flesh and emotion to stand around with. I want to feel different to someone but the good kind of different, you know the kind, the kind that makes me stand out aside from everyone else simply because it's just me; not the clothes I'm wearing, or how my face and hair look t