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If I DIED 1000 times would I be the same?

I think I found someone........

Yeah my life......
what to say......it sucks. I know everyone will be like "If it sucks so much why dont you do something about it...." and I'll be like "Dont you think I have fucken tried?" anyways enough of the emoness. Let see the coolest thing I saw all week would probably be the decapitated dog. (If you think its weird ask me about it I'll ( Read more... )

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

I have nothing to write about like usual. Maybe if I had a friend that actually wanted to hang out I would have things to talk about. But like everywhere I move its the same fucking thing. I get mad fun of for being myself....Yeah I have never had many friends (if you could call them friends). Maybe its because Im nice they know that they can ( Read more... )

I FEEL USLESS AND UNWANTED

I became depressed for no reason. I guess I need someone who I can open up to. I hope someday I'll find that one person, but untill then all I know is sadness

I had a weird dream last night....I was at school and I was wearing a hat but I didnt know why because I dont usually wear hats. Anyways I was at my locker and some random dumbass came up to me and hit my hat off, then everyone started laughing. I couldnt figure out why untill I felt ontop of my head and I had cat ears. At that point I was angry ( Read more... )

Yay MCR tonight....kick ass

It is official, I have most likely given up on love....... No one wants me so its not like I'm going to miss something(right?). I get jelious sometimes when other people hang out with their gf/bf and I dont have. Wow this really sucks bc I can write all the shit I feel and their is no one who wants to read it. I dont even know why I write