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( Happy fucking Valentine's Day to you too. Dick. )

( Don't you ridicule me! )

we are made to bleed
and scab and heal and bleed again
and turn every scar into a joke

we are made to fight
and fuck and talk and fight again
and sit around and laugh until we choke
sit around and laugh until we choke

I can't really see myself living for another entire month.

Today I was in the snow. Watching the flakes fall on my eyelashes and melt.

This man was walking the other way and he stopped and looked at me and said:

You look so natural walking in the snow.

I think it was the nicest thing anybody's ever said.

"We'll act as if this were all a bad dream."

A bad dream.

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

A bad dream.

I remembered everything.

Everything is blurry and confusing and I don't feel right ( Read more... )

Hell yeah.

Everything is fucking great.

School's cancelled. I cleaned my room. I'm going to the gym. Who know's what's happening tonight, but I'm sure it'll be fucking fun.

I'm stoked for life right now.

I had a really fucked up dream last night though.

I went to the pizza place [his other job], even though I told myself not to ( Read more... )