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I'm scared like hell.

nfs.

I want to write. Seriously, I want to, but I can't.

(not yet)

I wish I could make everything as important and pressing and fucking righteous as you do, but guess what? I fucking can't. You write with confidence sometimes, and that's when you are the best. When you feel like people care about what you say. Hold on, let me rephrase that, when you feel like more people than just your obvious admirers (me? no way ( Read more... )

Goddamnit I'm left behind left behind left behind. every other fucking person in the fucking world (every other fucking person I care about {I'm talking to a very short list}) has moved on and it illustrates how nonessential you really are to other people's existence. Nobody really needs you, no matter how many times you fuck or lie to each other's ( Read more... )

Nothing cool except early in the day a little girl told me she wanted to look like some new pop star on MTV, so I told her to "Reject the commercial fabrications of a materialistic society." Her response was to shake her head, throw up her hands and run away ( Read more... )

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So the dude from Milli Vanilli killed himself and the scene looks something like this ( Read more... )

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