i have a new journal. roobiscuit is the name. if you added me, that'd be super.

i seem to have aids in my throat.
stupid marijuana.

i am very, very stoned.
i wish he was back in my bed.

and now, for vanity:
would i suit my nose pierced?

i feel awful even thinking about posting this, but
my parents are away
and i have no money, no food except mouldy bread, veggie lasagne, some sausages, and half a pint of milk.
can anyone at all spare a couple of pennies or something so i can go shopping for foodstuffs? pennies make pounds, kids.

Kieran says:
you are lovely

as are you.
and so it is, we will never be without each other.
nothing will hurt you as long as i'm here.

i just had a total breakdown.
in the midst of it, i got chocolate on my arm,
and when i went to wipe it off ..
( this is what remained )

1) My uncle once: asked me if i was "courting" yet
2) Never in my life: have i been addicted to smoking
3) When I was five: georges charpak won the physics nobel prize
4) High School was: the start of all my problems
5) I will never forget: valentine's day
6) I once met: roy walker, at a stage production of r.l. stine's goosebumps
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