every year since i was fifteen, i have written some extensive 'end of the year' online post about how great and terrible and tragic the previous year was. i have recapped what seemed like important memories and i have made it all seem perfect in the end ( Read more... )

my mom gets sad and i hate it.

i don't know what i'm doing

i'm going to see mary harlinger now.
i expect so many messages when i get home tonite.

do it to it!

i am miserable.
all livejournal kids are supposed to be emo.
i hate 2oo6 already.

( so long sw33t summer. )

theysayshesabird (1:30:05 AM): oh my god you are rubbing off on me ( Read more... )

five days of life-ending behavior and i'm alive ( Read more... )

XXX-MAS PARTY.
1041 PHILADELPHIA AVE.
12.21.o5

( you see, i live this life. )

stolen from steph.o.o1o firsts ( Read more... )

i guess i will never like my father and every holiday will always end up like this.

the truth of the matter is that
i fell in love
and clenched my eyes shut the whole way down.
hitting the ground hurt.

my dad won't go to bed because he's waiting for my stepmom to call him.
i want it all back.