check this out, im updating.

this journal will only be active for one more week as of today.

i dont care. im gonna drink myself to hell. im gonna cut the fucking hell out of my arms. and you know what? i dont care. if you dont love me, then i'll make it so no one will ( Read more... )

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angel ( Read more... )

im working on this song...

blood or nicotine
they fail every day
death by any means
would be none less than welcome
this point in which
we rise to failure
requires a requiem
and draws blood from old wounds

bend over backward to explain
the ways in which
i deal in pain
craving refrences
to four letter words
the embankment on which i stand
the sun can barely ( Read more... )

i wish my journal looked like britney h.'s.(go_forit) cept for pink.

ive been having some odd dreams. i was at a party in this one dream, where half the people inevitably killed themselves. this includes many of my good friends. specificly, all i can remember is that jen's sister (wtf?) shot herself, alex (peters) hung himself, and thats about it. then a bunch of people got shot by a gang that decided to decend upon ( Read more... )

i'm 17 ( Read more... )

You destroy me and its profound ( Read more... )