and as we spoke and i was no where in the sentence my heart fell to the floor

what am i thinking, i hate myself

man sometimes i wish i had really good times ( Read more... )

i want to be hot like del taco.
i want people to lick me like no tomorrow
if you dont like it.. fucken fuck you.

holla at Kristy, i heard scott drank the rest of the 40's?

whoa!

my throat hurts. shit. wah wah wah! all i do is complain.. actually no i dont.. but still. haha i think i am going to hangout with danielle this week. i dunno. last time and the only time i hung out with her was a disaster... kinda. but, i did met angel out of it. weee! meh ( Read more... )

my ear feels weird. i dunno.
i need a haircut. damn it dana!
i love stuff.
i hate stuff.
my throat hurts...can you cut it?

most of the time i doubt i exist. it as almost if my physical existence isnt equal to my emotional and psychological existence. sometimes i know i am here alive and things of that nature, but being that sometimes i am nowhere. i am a ghost traveling through memories and feelings just nothing else seems to correspond to me or my presence. maybe it ( Read more... )

i feel like a ragdoll.

like i said. drug overdose.

suck it.

ima prude.

now mia. fuck you. go to www.livejournal.com/users/color_midnight for more info.

i feel nothing not brave its a hard day for breathing again....

i have been thinking. why is it that you go through phases of wanting to kill yourself.. telling people to fuck off. and just being an emotional whore? i dont get it. my eyes are hurting. oh yeah. and fuck. i was talking to angie. tellling her somethings...like how i am starting to want to be a private person. and how i have friends but that ( Read more... )