Well let us see... I haven't updated my journal in a while. Things have been down a lot but that's why I feel today would be a wise time to update.

It's funny because I have no desire to give a history of the last few weeks, not because it hurts (which it did for a while) but because I feel like it's behind me...
But I will go ahead so that when I ( Read more... )

Hmmm. I like my first job. This whole photography studio atmosphere is very condusive for me ( Read more... )

I am so fucked up that I love it. If that makes sense. I am so tired of dating all of these guys. I still feel empty and unwanted somehow. Wait... I AM empty and unwanted. I don't care anymore.

Wow. I got to hang out with an old friend yesterday. He is so cool. We are like the exact opposites, but we had a lot of fun. We met in 9th at Middleburg High, and had 1st 2nd and 3rd period together, surprisingly. (what are the odds of that!?) I thought he was so hot, and he and i liked each other, but never did anything about it. I was FULL goth, ( Read more... )

I think it's pathetic that ass holes who have no lives have to sit around on the computer and think of the most hateful things to say to make themselves feel better about the fact that they aren't out doing somehting useful with their lives.

Amidst the dust ( Read more... )

They're definately playing at the Freebird cafe on March 31st ( Read more... )

Yesterday had to be the worst day of my life. It was the first week of my 17th year. Horrible blood stained and rotting.The feeling in my soul rhymes with death. I want to seriously just scream my fucking thoughts out. I went crazy with that razor last night. I blocked out my life and went to town. I can barely walk. I gave in. NO.

I let go.

I ( Read more... )

This is me… you know you like it.


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So I found out last night that an old aquaintance from Middleburg High shot himself Tuesday night.Joshua Adams.He died. And his girlfriend, Lulu... my other old good friend, found him. They had been dating and living together. He was 17. I promised so many that I would stop smoking. And I couldn't keep my promise after that. I can't belive he shot ( Read more... )