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Feb. 11th, 2009 11:19 pm[locked from everyone]
I wish I could quit you, Clark Kent.
I wish I could quit you, Clark Kent.
Feb. 11th, 2009 11:19 pm
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reporter_chloe]- Part of me still wants Lex, and I hate myself for it.
- I've actually thought of taking my own life. How cowardly is that?
- As many bad men I've fallen in with, I wonder what that says about me.
- I read the letter Chloe wrote Clark sophomore year. (Sorry, Chloe.)
- When I came back to Smallville for my last year of high school, there were times my heart ached to see Pete Ross walking down the hall, even though I was dating Jason Teague.
- Clark Kent was born Kal-El on a planet called Krypton.
- I was never pregnant with Lex's baby. I only thought I was because he did everything he could to make sure of it. I've never told anyone (until now).
- I think Johnny Depp is one ugly son of a bitch.
- I kind of want to screw Oliver Queen.
- It might have made me a little crazy...but I think I might have enjoyed that kiss from Abby Fine.
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[ooc: I blame you for this! OOC comments only, please! Obviously (as I've tagged) no one is seeing this!]
Dear little one,
I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I don't know what your life will be like, but I can't imagine it will be good. I don't know what kind of powers you will have or if you'll ever be able to enjoy a warm day at the lake. I should have known your father wasn't who he said he was. I was so stupid.
But that doesn't mean I don't love you or that you're a monster like him. He was what he was because of how he chose to live, not where he came from. You don't have to be like him. You can be whoever you want to be. You can overcome anything if you just set your mind to it. Trust me, I know.
We're going to get through this. I promise.
Love always,
Mom
Dear little one,
I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. I don't know what your life will be like, but I can't imagine it will be good. I don't know what kind of powers you will have or if you'll ever be able to enjoy a warm day at the lake. I should have known your father wasn't who he said he was. I was so stupid.
But that doesn't mean I don't love you or that you're a monster like him. He was what he was because of how he chose to live, not where he came from. You don't have to be like him. You can be whoever you want to be. You can overcome anything if you just set your mind to it. Trust me, I know.
We're going to get through this. I promise.
Love always,
Mom
It was now just one hour into the new year and Lana had taken a cab from Chloe's back to the Smallville Inn where she was currently staying. She was more than a little drunk, but she managed to make it to her room just fine. As soon as the door shut, all the light and laughter faded from the night and the darkness crept in from all sides. It was a darkness she'd been trying to escape for some time, but it always returned full force, no matter what she did, no matter how she tried to nurture any bit of goodness she could find.
He's not like us, Lana. You might not want to admit it, but we understand each other.
Over a year had passed since he'd spoken those words, but she could still hear them as clear as if he was standing just behind her. It was one of the things she feared the most. She feared she understood Lex, and far too well. She feared her luck with men wasn't luck at all, that she was attracted to these men, who were eventually revealed to be more disturbed than the last, for a reason.
The darkness was there. She could feel it. She feared she could do nothing to stop it from totally consuming her.
Lana twisted the knob of the bathroom sink and splashed warm water on her face before staring back at her reflection.
Just face it, Lana. Inside, we're the same. We belong together.
She stared at herself for two more seconds before she pulled her arm back and sent her fist flying straight into the mirror.
Lana heaved a few deep breaths as she watched the glass shatter. The pain in her hand didn't bother her. Not really. After all, she deserved it after all the pain she'd caused, especially heartbreak she'd helped bring on the one man she'd ever loved who actually wanted to help the world. For that she deserved to die as much as Lex.
She didn't bother to wash the blood off her hand, or how she would explain, just removed the small shards of glass that had embedded themselves into her skin before climbing into bed, hoping maybe the stress that Clark's powers had taken on her body that day would finally take it's toll. Maybe she'd get lucky and she would just keep sleeping, and the world wouldn't have to suffer the Luthor she knew was still inside her.
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He's not like us, Lana. You might not want to admit it, but we understand each other.
Over a year had passed since he'd spoken those words, but she could still hear them as clear as if he was standing just behind her. It was one of the things she feared the most. She feared she understood Lex, and far too well. She feared her luck with men wasn't luck at all, that she was attracted to these men, who were eventually revealed to be more disturbed than the last, for a reason.
The darkness was there. She could feel it. She feared she could do nothing to stop it from totally consuming her.
Lana twisted the knob of the bathroom sink and splashed warm water on her face before staring back at her reflection.
Just face it, Lana. Inside, we're the same. We belong together.
She stared at herself for two more seconds before she pulled her arm back and sent her fist flying straight into the mirror.
Lana heaved a few deep breaths as she watched the glass shatter. The pain in her hand didn't bother her. Not really. After all, she deserved it after all the pain she'd caused, especially heartbreak she'd helped bring on the one man she'd ever loved who actually wanted to help the world. For that she deserved to die as much as Lex.
She didn't bother to wash the blood off her hand, or how she would explain, just removed the small shards of glass that had embedded themselves into her skin before climbing into bed, hoping maybe the stress that Clark's powers had taken on her body that day would finally take it's toll. Maybe she'd get lucky and she would just keep sleeping, and the world wouldn't have to suffer the Luthor she knew was still inside her.
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Nov. 21st, 2008 02:59 pmSeems like I've had an obsession with song lyrics lately. I thought this time I'd use one of those lyric videos from YouTube.
( picked all my weeds but kept the flowers )
( picked all my weeds but kept the flowers )
I want to paint my face
And pretend that I am someone else
Sometimes I get so fed up
I don't even want to look at myself
But people have problems that are worse than mine
I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time
And I hate the way you look at me I have to say
I wish I could start over
I am slowly falling apart
I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start
You might think it's easy being me
You just stand still, look pretty
Sometimes I find myself shaking
In the middle of the night
And then it hits me and I can't
Even believe this is my life
But people have problems that are worse than mine
I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time
And I wish that everyone would go and shut their mouths
I'm not strong enough to deal with it
I am slowly falling apart
I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start
You might think it's easy being me
You just stand still, look pretty
I am slowly falling apart
I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start
You might think it's easy being me
You just stand still, look pretty
And pretend that I am someone else
Sometimes I get so fed up
I don't even want to look at myself
But people have problems that are worse than mine
I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time
And I hate the way you look at me I have to say
I wish I could start over
I am slowly falling apart
I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start
You might think it's easy being me
You just stand still, look pretty
Sometimes I find myself shaking
In the middle of the night
And then it hits me and I can't
Even believe this is my life
But people have problems that are worse than mine
I don't want you to think I'm complaining all the time
And I wish that everyone would go and shut their mouths
I'm not strong enough to deal with it
I am slowly falling apart
I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start
You might think it's easy being me
You just stand still, look pretty
I am slowly falling apart
I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start
You might think it's easy being me
You just stand still, look pretty
