i am extremely miserable.

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right now i really need a love letter.i don’t care if you secretly hate me and wish i would die a terrible death full of sexually transmitted diseases, misery, and pain.because i already have two out of the three, and it’s not the STD one.pretend you don’t despise me, just for a little.i really need a pick-me-up, something to make me feel like ( Read more... )

i've forgotten the words to express just how fucked over i am.but it's okay, it doesn't matter, everyone stopped listening after the first time it happened.it's my fault i do this to myself, build my hopes up and let them topple like crystal glasses stacked in a pyramid formation.so why don't i just stop?

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i'm dying my hair back to pink and black, because i realize i look fucking retarded right now, and the pink and black looked rather hip.
so, who wants to buy me some dye?kthx.

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today was a slighty weirder version of yesterday.my father came home, fighting ensued.calmed down long enough to get new batteries for my camera.went to compUSA in novi and fought for my camera.turns out that when my camera malfunctioned the 2nd time and we turned it in, some fucking tech kid spilled pepsi on it and they were actually trying to ( Read more... )

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this distance is a spike driven inbetween us; but i promise distance can be driven through.just try.

i bought mittens today.

today my mom told me my boobs are ginormous.hahahahhaa.<3

after work i went to tuffany's.driving home i kept almost driving into traffic.like literally.going into a curve, i'd be like '...there's no reason to follow through with this'.
that seems to be what each and every boy from the past six months has said about me.
there's no reason to follow through with this.

( and this is my view on love, friends )

andy told me he'd buy me a pack of cigarettes if i showed him my boobs [since they've grown from birth control].the sad thing is, i actually considered it.
...then i punched him.

check back later for a rough copy of that damned love essay i was working on.