i hate the pope. he's lets not hate everyone; everyone but gays, abortionists and jews. now im just being a jerk. but a funny jerk ( Read more... )

god why do i constantly feel like i wanna off myself. thats attention seeking if ever i saw it. maybe i do want attention! maybe i want someone to notice that i don't feel well and im sick of it. maybe i want someone to help me not feel like crap. maybe thats why i want attention. or maybe its cause i wish i was half as good as you are and i hate ( Read more... )

words can not describe how much girls piss me off. the emotions, so many emotions. like im a girl and im very emotional but i try as hard as i can to keep it bottled up; i don't do such a good job but atleast i try. and the bitching, which i again do too. and i also know alot of boys who do it. i hate it, i get so guilty when i do. but where is the ( Read more... )

So there was this woman and she was on an airplane, and she was flying to meet her fiancé seaming high above the largest ocean on planet earth. She was seated next to this man she had tried to start conversations, but the only thing she had really heard him say was to order his Bloody Mary. She was sitting there and she was reading this really ( Read more... )

eating ice makes me feel better. i like ice, a whole lot. the smell of bacon makes me guitly, which is pretty stupid as i work in a deli and also eat it. travis makes me feel small. snail makes me happy. josh makes me obsessive.

Shared Psychotic Disorder

A Shared Psychotic Disorder is one is which a person who has a psychosis essentially superimposes their delusions onto a previously healthy person, who then shares the delusion. This occurs generally in a long-standing, close relationship that has been fairly socially isolated, with the initially healthy person being ( Read more... )

i dont think i can stay in this stupid house anymore... i cant stand my grandmother.

had a hoot of a time. sooo good. im too sick to explain all. someone else do it for me?

but me im not a gamble, you can count on my to split. the love i sold you in the evening by the morning wont exist

ill fight like hell to hide that ive given up

conor oberst, if i could write music half as well as you i would be eternally happy.