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Do you smoke your cigarettes down to the filter?

I vow not to write about love, not to be another cliche, not to say words that don't have any meaning left. I seem to be doomed for failure. Sometimes every word I write is 'love' but the letters are rearranged, the sounds are different. All the words are red. All the words are scrawled in blood. All the words are written on my bare chest. I can't ( Read more... )

I've decided that I am really tired of being indecisive.
I've decided that she throws it in my face every time she can.
I've decided that she'll never have my back.
I've decided that I shouldn't have made him my life because now I don't have one.
I've decided that I'm slipping.

I gave up chicken fingers.

Scratch that last entry. I guess.

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Today is my birthday. I have been looking at pictures from the past alot,
Me one year ago:

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I miss last year.

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Laurens car was destroyed today by Kaitlyn. She spray painted the inside and out, robbed the car, and egged it. Its very funny since shes going to have to pay for it. What a silly thing to do.
Maybe I'll post pictures of it later.

Got a job at Frullati.
Making smoothies is harder than it looks.