the internet was hooked up at my house today, but it's still not working. therefor, neither is my ability to upload pictures. or update. unless i'm at this crazy house or my dad's. hopefully everything will be hooked up soon.

and i feel like i can't breathe. i can't breathe. so i tell my dad. and he wants to take me to the emergency room. and i say "go to the doctors in my new doctor pants?" and eventually i can breathe again. a panic attack feels like you're dieing. but you feel like you're dieing. and that can do much but provoke more panic, right? oh. what a fucking ( Read more... )

I'M SO FUCKING SICK TO MY STOMACH. I FEEL LIKE THROWING UP EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW. FUCK EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED.

i guess that gigantic blunts being smoked in public arenas, and bottles thrown through crowds big enough to see from two t stops over- isn't really my scene after all. pitty.

when long termers break up, it breaks me down.
i missed less than jake plus the used because of the democratic national convention,
and the only GOOD thing that comes out of the dnc, the daily show with john stuart in boston, an hour away-
i of course don't have the ability to enjoy, due to still not having television, phone, or internet.
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IM BITING MY NAILS SO MUCH SOON I WONT BE ABLE TO PICK UP THAT SHINY PENNY THAT YOULL DROP TO GET A GOOD SHOT OF MY ASS. AND THE DAILY SHOWS RUNNING ON REPEAT AND EVERYONES LAUGHING AND ALL I CAN SEE ARE THE FOUR POLICE CARS LINED UP OUTSIDE. AND MY DAD SAYS, "LOOK FARMILIAR?" AND I SAY, "WELL, OUR NEIGHBORS WERENT SO CLOSE." AND WE GET ONE GOOD ( Read more... )

the rains falling so fucking hard on my roof. but i make no calls. and i don't run to rite aid. my feet are planted to the top of this hard drive, and my body will stay as dry and cold as this empty bedroom for the rest of the night. i don't like the way this feels tonight.

hello emptiness,
it's been so long.
and it's a perfect time
because you know that
detachment has already entered the scene.
and your good friend CUT OFF
just beat you back.

hey boy,
three weeks left till this thing's over.
can you make it?

ps new layout, fuckers. artist_____

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