fuck this. everything is so fucking repetitive.

if i feel like this, i can only imagine how she feels. i'm sorry.

i'm not going to use this journal anymore. if you for some reason want to read my journal, my new name is run_wthscissors. ok. bye.

no one will ever see me again. i'm sorry. i deserve to die. anyone who wants to come kill me, ashlee will give you the address. someone do it. please. i don't want to live anymore. seriously. apryle took the one person i loved.

tonight was big al scurr's eighteenth birthday party. he had some people over. it was fun times. i tried calling and getting ahold of my girlfriend all night, but to my dismay the only e-mails i had were from nathan williams. that added to the fun of my night. just incase you couldn't tell, i was joking. anyways. if anyone hate's me, let me know so ( Read more... )

i played video games all day. when i say all day, i don't mean like, most of the day, or part of the day. i mean the whole fucking day. i went over to chris' house for a little while though to see his big screen tv, in his bedroom. it's pretty fucking big. they went to a party at jakob maso's house. i didn't want to go. i came home at eight. i ( Read more... )

ashlee, i don't want to hear about it. this is important.

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tonight was kathleen norris' birthday. she had a little get together. cake and enchiladas and these 'fay' movies. it's where a dog head is on the body of people and this guy with a very mono-toned, melodramatic voice talks. they were funny, but fucking stupid. nothing is very funny when you feel like shit though. i wish i could laugh, doesn't ( Read more... )

i think i'm drunk enough to drive ( Read more... )

i hate me so much. i fucking hate everything about me. i don't have one redeeming quality.

fuck friends. i don't believe in them anymore. i'm an asshole. fuck the world.