you make me so fucking sick, i can't even think about you without feeling like i'm going to vomit.
i hope you rot.

**being pissed off at one particular person and writing a vague thing pertaining to them is therapeutic.
well not really.
but i'm pretending it is.

and i want you
and blessed are the broken
and i beg you
no loneliness, no misery
is worth you
tear his heart out, cold as ice
it's mine

I FUCKING LOVE HOLE.

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someday i want pj harvey to sing to me.
or anyone to sing to me.
or maybe just a milkshake.
or a shot.
i can't decide between any of this.

i want more phone calls.

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bleh

tired.
kinda miserable.
but a bit optimistic.
lots of things have been happening, none of which i'll get into.

oh, how fun it is to be vague.

haven't written in a long time.
not sure what to write about.

but last night, i went to see the Pixies play their midnight show...well they didn't go on till 1-ish, but god.
it was INCREDIBLE. and i swear that's an understatement.
i'm still tired.
i might nap again.

my boob fucking hurts.
like my nipples were bothering me a week ago.
but now my actual breast hurts.
wtf???

sidenote - i got the new/last elliott smith album yesterday, and it's beautiful and it makes me so sad. he could have done so much more if he had stayed. i love what he left though.

sick sick sick.

watching the special clerks documentary thing.

bored.

i'm gonna go to school in a bit.

i don't care if i'm 3 hours late.

i feel sick and i deserve to be 3 hours late.

i hate you.

no i don't.

yes i do.