friends only
but you might as well
consider it
deleted.

i'll be happy at seven a.m.
even if i hate phone calls before the suns up
i'll be happy
i promise

i

dont know what to do.

my heart hurts.

breathe in.

i hate dashboard. what the fuck am i doing?

so yeah. labret. friday.
if you hate it, dont worry
it'll be healed. sort of soon.

it was so fucking cold today
and of course
i decided to drive
and of course
something fucked up
and of course
i was wearng the most unsensible outfit.
knee highs and a skirt. i'm a fucking dumbass.
so much ( Read more... )

to break or bury.

i hate myself.

i mean it.

im fucking sick of wrecking my car ( Read more... )

john wrote me a letter and left it in my car

heather brought taylor and clint over

and im not socializing at all

i hope emilie likes her present
and
i dont know
i have a scene bedroom.

so. come sex me. in it.

fryman, we're full of religion now!
everyone...bow your heads. and pretend to be serious.

bought another audrey tautou movie
and
two magazines
with johns contribution of 5 dollars.

tom dyed his hair black

and uhm
i hate life like 7% less now.

so
went with matisse to her sisters
and
got in a wreck on the way home

way to go.

yes, cup.

happy new year, nigger lovers.

ive only got four cigarettes left
and a phonebook of people to call

i dont hate life so much when cale is here to recite AFI avec moi.