But I lie a lot.

I am in Carlsbad.

I was suppose to have left for good like 20 times now. Oh well. I like it here. The end.

I am captain distraction.
I am a bitching princess who can't paint a deck.
I am a liar.
I am a bestfriendoer.
I am leaving.

I cleaned today. Which went from
"Okay, I'm leaving, I can do this. I'm going to start over. Bye Carlsbad!"

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I'm leaving.
Yay.
Boo.
Who knows.
Numb.
Numb.
Numb.

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Why would I waste my time on livejournal when I could be on myspace purposely hurting myself?
Looking at things I shouldn't look at.
Being moved down on scroll's of important people.
Dumb whores and thier "I <3 yous" YOU DONT EVEN KNOW HIM.
I almost see him as fake now anyways. He is nothing like how he is on myspace.
Or how he is with them.
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Why do I have no self confidence?
Why don't I trust any one?
Why do I ALWAYS do the same goddamn thing?

Why do dead people have to be such lousy kissers.

Today = Me-Boyfriend.
Can I do it?
It's 6:48 A.M. and today already sucks.
Grrr

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My life?
Good.
Contraversy?
Ohh babbby.

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None of the opinions matter. At all. Infact, I just find them all so funny.

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