i'm afraid that i'm sick and that i'll need to go home and, yes. i can't be here, i need to go home.

ready, set, show me the difference.

sometimes fits of blacking out are love. and if it wasn't in those fits of delerium, i would have never understood: how truly parallel of a line exists between the past and the future. how there is no distinct connection; even the present is irrelevant. life is defined - and by so many moments that it would be ridiculous to try... or to even wish ( Read more... )

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NEVER AGAIN YOU FUCKING ASDHYPORCRTICAL DICK. FUCK YOU. ISWARE TO GOD I REGERT EVEYHTING EVER. I \'M HERE AND NEVER GOING BACK. FUCK YOU ALL.

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now, i believe that love is that ticking time bomb that you place under your pillow before you go to sleep at night. you feel it always pulsing (coldsweat); but you honestly just with it would be set off by morning.

i also miss my lip ring. and other little things that used to make me smile in the most 'minute' way. yah. shit goddam, i wish i had tuttle to talk to outside my driveway until five in the morning tonight. maybe i'll go visit colleen, or chris, or julana. i'ma get on that. after anthropology. maybe, yes or before. yes.

i've been having the wierdest dreams lately. everytime i close my eyes i swear. last night has me thinking the most though. but maybe that was just all of the alcohol.

i've got my car we could go and sit a while ( Read more... )