everything is over. i'm done. i have nothing. don't call my house after nine pm or we can never speak again, and im not kidding. i have no more cell phone, so you can call it, and i'll try to check the messages. i wont be getting online for a long time im sure, even though it doesnt have to do with the computer. i am nothing, i have nothing, this ( Read more... )

"hey cameron, you so sexy, we should go clubbin'
and sip some crystaaaalllll, get freaky in the back of my Escalade on
dubzzzzz"

i love seeing what the last thing i copied and pasted was.

i really need to stop popping pills. i'm a drug addict, and it's not funny anymore.
if 4200 miligrams of something doesn't make you feel better, then it doesn't work.

i need the summer. i wasn't made for teen drama. i just want to get away. i have places i'm welcome, and they're not here.

i need to visit a physician.

i am immuned to ibuprofen.

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1600 milligrams of ibuprofen should help me, right?

it's finally over. i have to admit, it wasn't even that fun. too bad, i'm a smooth lover in bed. i was going to seduce you, too. it would have taken up some time, but now i have to find someone else to use my charm on. oh well, it can't be that hard.

time to go to sleep. by myself. again.

time to excape to me confinement of 10x10 feet that i can call my own.
but don't worry, the window is always open.

someone call me tonight, like, really late. wake me up to talk to you.
493.8106

is anyone willing to kiss a sick girl?

i want to move away to a place down south.

look what this fever has done to my hair


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i can't even swallow the pain pills it hurts so bad.

i'll be at jenn's house from today until friday. if you need to get a hold of me, or want to hang out, call my cell (493.8106)