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I'm just gonna
post this here and let people judge me for the terrible person I am.
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How do I tell you I'm tired of you?
Our interests aren't the same, not anymore.
Everything about you bores me
I love you
But I'm not in love with you
I don't want the same things you want
You're overly apologetic
You're extremely insecure
You ask for things that I just CAN'T GIVE YOU
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Sometimes I feel lost in syntax, connotation, and PC.
I'm sorry I don't know what to call a genderqueer! I think they are so, so brave, but don't get your titties in a twist because I didn't type "zhe"!
How the fuck do you pronounce zhe, anyways?!
Oh. Right. Long time, so see, LJ. I think I may be making a comeback. -
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Why do I feel so hurt and empty? -
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Am I weird that I really would rather not hear about my girlfriend kissing another girl five years ago? It makes me jealous and it makes me cry and I feel retarded because it was five years ago, I didn't even know my girlfriend back then, and I don't even know the girl.
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Three white pills, one blue. Four little pieces of chalk in my hand keeping me from going insane. This tiny, thin barrier protecting me from myself. The rest of the world from me.
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Being with my friends is like being a child in the middle of a messy divorce.
I want to go home. -
Early morning computer class, ugh
Jane's Addiction in the early morning? I think YES. DDR at lunch? EVEN MORE YES. Today won't be so shitty, i think. It's early morning, the sun is shining. Oh, Jane's. You know exactly. <3
Why does the kid next to me wear eyeliner? He isn't emo and he isn't gay. i are confuse. Oh, well.
BECKYBECKYBECKY. I love you~ Stay sexy~ <3 ( Read more... ) -
Fire
The flickering of the lighter held in front of my face is the only thing keeping me grounded. Without it, I might fly off into space and never return. The sun never seemed so far away, but it’s never been so close. The metal of the lighter burns my thumb and I let it go, only to flick it on again. Nothing hurts when everything hurts ( Read more... )