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Seriously, you can fuck off.
I'm done with you.
And you.
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I wrote this December 06
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Lately, people really get on my nerves. Like, everyone seriously. I can't stand people anymore. I think it's time to be a recluse again. Fuck people. I'm staying in my house and hanging out with my boyfriend. -
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I'm finding myself in the spiritual world again recently. I find myself strongly believing in a higher power and I trust him/her. Whatever happens, happens. I have say in it, but I know I'll be taken care of.
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A start to a story or just silly writers' vomit.
When I’m home alone, I feel like I’m the only one left on earth. There are no words, no sounds; it’s just me. I can do what I want: sing at the top of my lungs or use the bathroom with the door open. And no one cares because I’m the only one left on earth. Like yesterday, Mom and Dad had gone to store, and they left me to watch the house. Peace is ( Read more... ) -
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I had a dream last night. Justin and I were walking in a crowded city, arm and arm. We were walking against the flow of everyone else. We brushed past Matt Resch, which was weird. We waved, and kept walking ( Read more... ) -
Lately
I've been falling away from everyone, and it's obvious.
I cut my AIM buddy list down to 17 people.
Myspace is down to 22.
What happened to the days when I had lots of friends, lots of people to depend on, and lots of people that wanted to see me?
God, what five years does to a person.
