dear diary,

( in this entry, i talk about boys in a silly and entirely unproductive manner. )

dear diary,

a happy entry? what? no wonder it's gonna be shorter...

( i almost forgot it was twilight. )

dear diary ( Read more... )

dear diary,

( i'd like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing in a room near a truck stop on a highway somewhere. )

dear diary,

( can you drink it down? )

i think i'm going to make some friends only posts for a while. add me if you want to be my friend.

not that there's any reason you should want to do a thing like that.

(un)inspired by mcsweeney's, a website of which i would be ignorant were it not for you.

( unhappiness is under here. don't bother. )

the woman on the television cries because she is dying. she is told she has a terminal illness. she does not have long to live ( Read more... )

dear diary,

it is awesome, just awesome, to be constantly reminded that you are not worth the trouble, that no one will ever care for you the way you care for them.

thank you, kyle, for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.

absolutely nothing and other perishables,
erin

daily reading of the lyrical gospel: ( go ahead and talk about your bad day. i want all the details of the pain and misery that you are inflicting on the others. i consider them my sisters, and i'd like their numbers. )

dear diary,

( look at my face. it never lies, though my mouth has been known to try. )