friends only.
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Its nights like this i absolutely love my friends ( Read more... )

so if someone asked me hows life ( Read more... )

i regret it ( Read more... )

It’s the smoke, and the drinks, and the smiles, that it brings,
It’s the pain, and the sex, disguised as innocence,
The songs, they sing, are in, the key, of the illusion of pain and its irony, in the mist of lust, and dropping names. The drugs, they numb, and they keep us sane,

Slow suicide.

yeah, so right now, and possibly for hte next two weeks it feels like ive taken on wayy too much. The combination of work 5days a week, uni end of sem assignments and going out is getting to me pretty badly.
On the other hand, ive decided to dye my hair blue black after the semester.

Furthermore i need some more chemicals.

nervous anticipation.
hmm
please dont let it rain.

it was my mothers 50th today ( Read more... )

So I'm drowning myself in music in order to make myself cry.
Its not working.
Fuck.

I hate my parents. They always know how to make me feel like shit.
Wonderful.