god. last post, i swear. (just because everyone still knows me from here)

yes, i'm having a big party saturday.
no, you cannot come.
no, you cannot bring a friend.
no, you cannot bring your boyfriend or girlfriend.
yes, you can stop fucking being selfish and annoying me now.

i fucking hate people. i'm ready to call the whole goddamn thing

this journal is now dead.

i've only added a few of you to my new one.

the rest of you can either talk to me, or rot in hell, depending on who you are.

new journal: our_sadderday

Conscious self
Overall self

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x starJUNK: you're so fucking beautiful

i hadn't heard that in a year.

x starJUNK: it will be sad...

would you believe me if i said i forgot to breathe then?

and yes, you are.

i'm deleting this... but i have a new live journal. it won't be so much ranting, but more writing and thoughts. i will not add you unless you specifically ask or let me know you'd to be on my friends list, which will be the only way you can view my new journal. this goes for everyone, too (okay, unless you're the incredible morgane, but that's ( Read more... )

Broken down in bars and bathrooms / All I did was what I had to / Don't believe me when I tell you / it's just what anyone would do / Take the time to talk about it / Think a lot and live without it / Don't believe me when I tell you / it's something unforgivable / You never knew / well i never told you... / Everything I know about breaking hearts ( Read more... )

oh. by the way. my aim screen name died.
new one: heartsicklips

i lost my buddy list, so be kind and throw a message at me.

The needs of a writer are ridiculous. We feed like toddlers on the sweet, sacred milk of our creative mothers. Inspiration, in all its goodness, is the nutrition we seek. And like crazed peasants dancing naked in the great Forest of Shadows, we scream with glee in the silence of the gods and goddesses ( Read more... )

[x ] Spell your first name backwards - xxmp - keep - eegiap ( Read more... )