Everything is good.

I am so bitter and angry. It's ridiculous. I am wearing myself out.

I only live in the past and future, and my existence is solely devoted to thinking about what will happen next and thinking about what has happened before. The present is useless because it holds no extension over my senses.

Everything is my own fault.

I swear I'll tear you apart.

Big girl, you are beautiful. *sigh*.

I don't want to feel anything.

I don't like you right now, and I think it's because everytime we've broken up, you make it so apparent, and post so many bulletins begging for girls attention. And yes, it bothers me, because do you really need to know that there are other girls very willing to be on your dick?

We both know they exist, but why do you need the constant reminder?

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Things have been good. The semester at HVCC is ending.

I went to Brian's show Saturday and it was fun. Grace came with me. =]

Oh yeah, if you know me, and refer to me by my MySpace name..you're ridiculous. I am not my MySpace.

I have a name.

You're a fucking lying asshole. And I want to hate you so bad.

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I've never wanted to put a bullet in my brain as bad as I do now.