my lil sister has track marks all over her face just like the tire marks on the road from the bastards car. he is dead.

i'm home. its rainy. i like it. i feel cozy, just wish i had someone to snuggle ( Read more... )

ljs locked again.

way to ruin it.

i am a lobster.

but a lobster with a sexy car in Boston.

fuck yah

im surviving ( Read more... )

last night patrick called me, woke me up after i finally got to sleep, to tell me that it is really over. he sounded so cold and mean. so definitive. he doesnt want this anymore ( Read more... )

all i can do is just be who i am- but that feels so hard in this city. what to do oh what to do.

i dont have the energy to put clothes on ( Read more... )

i read marcels entry and felt bad for not writing a better one myself, haha. today is christine day. i have things to do but really i am just not gonna stress. i did put in a bunch of applications with mark. go me, getting a job and all. i honestly should be getting one in some kind of psychology/human servicy place but i dont think that that is ( Read more... )

oh what would i do if i didnt have joys boobs to cry on or her bed to spoon in ( Read more... )