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THE ULTIMATE SILENCE
October 12, 1998


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..i hate this..

"..we're the nobodies, wanna be somebodies, we're dead.."

guess what else i stole from graces lj!! it's awesome to have friends who take pics of me and post them.. i'm a loser without any type of camera or picture taking tool.. like those uber cool camera phones and what not
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look at what i stole from grace's page, these were from the night we all went to rage, yeap ended up at norms waiting for our food for about an hour and it wasn't even good.. of course i was narsassitic enough to just steal my pictures..


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i open it and slowly pour it out from the little baggy ( Read more... )

he traces over the scars on my wrist. outlining each one, up and down. "what happened?" "i get sad sometimes." "how come?" " i fell in love." "does it hurt?" "all the time." laying there in my arms, just staring at the cuts on my wrist, he begins to kiss each cut. "would you do it again, for me?" "would you still want me?" "always ( Read more... )

you're so unfair. you invade me without even trying. i know that you don't mean to, but somewhere deep down inside, you hope that im thinking of you, you hope that i'm going crazy just as you are, you hope that i'm trying to find every possible thing to occupy myself with so that i wont have the chance to stop and breathe, to stop and think.. ( Read more... )

i take the blade to my wrist ( Read more... )

sorry im not perfect ( Read more... )