hey there. yeah i'm on live journal. woopity doo. haha. my sister got into my myspace blogs and started reporting shit to my mom and older sister. now they think i am mental. dude. I write freely in these places. Like i don't take time to censor whether things are right or proper ...i don't say "you cant say that" to myself. I like to have ( Read more... )

it costs way too much to hire a whore these days. just kidding thats not what this is about. haha. assholes. you thought i'd buy a whore. i hate you ( Read more... )

it has been ages since i posted in live journal. i am still sad like that last post read. haha. what a life huh. STILL SAD ( Read more... )

i dont think i've been this sad in a long time. i missed it. it feels nice. like heroin. ahh. misery. mixed with hatred. what could be better . i enjoy being invisible to all of you i really do. invisble ghost. ahh. with tears that fall inside not out. i am going to go lay down now, and concentrate on this ownderful feeling. of horror. ( Read more... )

silent V scream: have you ever seen how a elephant kills its enemy its awesome
silent V scream: it lifts its back legs and forces its head on you
Theorrany: nice
Theorrany: sounds like this girl i knew once...
Theorrany: lol
silent V scream: lmao

well. just thought i'd update this thing since i have it. life sucks. gee. who would have guessed that. haha. friends suck. mostly. most of them wouldnt care if i was dead tomorrow. couple of heart related stories i cant tell but in live journal code speak, suffice it to say, im brokenhearted all over again. theres so much you all take for granted ( Read more... )

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a malignant and malicious motif rears its spiteful head again and im rendered mangled and absent-hearted all over again. I can't hope to continually evade this underlying miserable theme to my life, that of being the hermit and misfit. Unappreciated except ona cursory level, never more than a acquaintence or passer by. But that shadow that lurks ( Read more... )

forgive me Lord, I am a wretch ( Read more... )

hmmm. i am hesitant to write in here. i don't think its going to be very pleasant material. only time i ever feel like writing anything is when i feel the horrible way i do now. i am in a dark depression again. one thing i dont give a damn about is pity or sympathy. so why write about it? I don't know. Maybe to pretend someone is listening. Same ( Read more... )