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I moved from Paris and am back in Madison. It's been alright here... kind of boring but that's just how this place is.
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> I fucking hate being poor. I can't even afford toilet paper or food. I've been eating Nutella out of the jar for three days. And to top it all off, I live in a country where I barely speak the language.
> I hate you. I fucking hate you, you fucking lunatic. -
To Do List for Winter:
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"It was once said that the only philosophical question is whether or not to kill yourself.
I guess that makes me a philosopher..."
I smoke and I drink, and everytime I blink I have a tiny dream.
Can't sleep. Haunted by the past. Thousands of miles away... you can run but you can't hide.
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I haven't slept in three days. And I don't mean I catch a few hours of shut eye a night. I mean I have not slept.... in three days... at all.
She fills my lungs with cement when I close my eyes.
I can't stop seeing.
I can't stop seeing...
No love, you're not alone. You're wonderful.
It keeps going going through my mind.
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I'm alone here.
I called people to hang out, but no one wants to waste their time on ghosts.
Can't blame them, I wouldn't be friends with me either.
No drugs to fill the empty spaces. No coke to shimmer through. No quaaludes to close my eyes. Indiscriminate angels. Sex veins....
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Welcome to the circus...
So, I moved to Paris a month ago for school. This place is a completely different world. It's a perpetual dream. Oz. Wonderland. Bienvenue le cirque ( Read more... ) -
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My boyfriend and I got into a fight last night, and it turned violent. I woke up with bruises all over my body and head.
I thought about crashing my car into a tree.
I don't know why I didn't.
I always figured that i'd die by one of three things:
1. Murder.
2. Suicide.
3. An overdose.
I don't expect to make it passed my mid-20's.
Goodnight moon.
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I'll never look like them.
I was fooling myself when I thought he thought I was beautiful...
How could anyone ever think I was enough.
What a joke.
Stupid little girl. -
Writer's Block: On the Airwaves
I would definately have a punk rock radio station, just cause Madison, being the lame, frat boy infested place that it is, doesn't have one. I'd play old school punk, and local punk. Thrasher punk, oi punk, riot grrrl punk. All of it. And probably i'd mix in some bands like Alice in Chains and Iron Maiden, as well as some 80's hair metal and such ( Read more... )