i need a fucking job.

i need girlfriends that arent shitty.
which i have a few, but we never hang out.

i need money.

i need a vacation.

i need to write more.

i need to relax and stop thinking...im gonna give myself a goddamn heart attack at 22. for fuck sake man...

i need something new to listen to.

if you know me then you know i love lyrics.

ideas. asap.

eehhh ya win some ya lose some.
hah.

getting ready to go to lunch with jacki.
girly time sounds good.

tonight is motis operenda. gotta support cainnon and shit.

i need a job.

went to the pit the other night for hallelujah.

been flyering and shit alot.

buds n suds.

god i need a fucking job, im so bored.
and i miss jason.

i want to go to the movies.

this is all pointless as of late.

my boyfriends amazing.

and our new place.

fuck living with coked up whores.

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me and jason are moving into the wolves den.

bam.

if you or you know anyone who is selling a car, get with me.

so my roomates scandelous so i had to get rid of dallah(my dog).
i sold my car thinking i was getting a friends but that fell through, so iom carless.
i cant drink coke anymore.

touch my guitar or jason, all hell will breake loose.
i sleep next to my favorite person in the world every night.

eat a dick.

i found out i have an ulcer and cant drink COKE anymore.

id rather die. and probably will cause i aint stoppin.

i need my phone back on.