It's that time again. Bad poetry time. [believe it or not, I do enjoy this shit]
( Poem. Inspired partly by Jordan, partly by VAC )

It makes me sad that Jordan did what he did. His phone number is something I wish I had[n't lost] right now ( Read more... )

Molly #3 has been born. She has purple hair, and a black lacey heart.
This weekend sucked, and so will the next one.
I wonder if Mia is still alive. And Marianna, and Ruvs... and skater John, too. Maybe one day, I'll call them all. Yes, one day.

Wouldn't it be nice if we could drink all day and never had to lie again?

Unexpected hugs are the best.

Hehehehehehehehe ( Read more... )

I am a horrible person and should be shot.

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Dreams keep coming true.

If you ask nicely, I might tell you the Short but Tragic Tale of Kat's Summer Fling. <33333333333333 :)(yes, antisocial people-haters find romance, too ( Read more... )

Nothingness. Phone calls. Games. Then the other kind of games. And then the other other kind, ya know? Staring at walls. Brutal murder of eardrums by means of brutal music. Playing with a hammer. Playing with blades. Cards. Ladies and Gentlemen of the Suicidal Lounge, please behold, Le Dominatrix. Silent rage. Showers. Mirrors. Poetry ( Read more... )

The sun is out to get me, I swear.  It's trying to penetrate my brain, causing severe convulsions, then laugh maniacally as I lay in a puddle of my own blood, saliva, and possibly urine, writhing in excruciating anguish...

...or something like that.