one year, six months and fourteen days.

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you're an idiot.

so I successfully spent another drunken night without puking. Unfortunately i did not get a chance to get pictures of all the crazy mayhem at the velasquez house nor did I get to spend time with some people i had hoped to. I guess I can look back on 2003 & realize what a complete waste of time everything was. I achieved no accomplishments as I can ( Read more... )

Im assuming you don't remember how her wounds formed ( Read more... )

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he's completely deaf. I'm screaming at the top of my lungs for his approval. he stands there with a look of horror. he wants to know where his little girl has gone. she's missing & the search party is growing tired. he can't protect her anymore when the damage has already been done. I have already been molded, your influence on me is pointless now ( Read more... )

apparently nothing at all. here i am expecting too much from the wounded, look into her eyes for stories filled with tradegy. the happiness has been erased away and she doesn't remember what it was like to smile for herself. she's nothing but a child who wants out. her out is him and im stauling her freedom. what do you do? sit here and watch. ( Read more... )

The santa ana wins blow in heavy smoke, causing the sky to become unclear. so heavy it feels as though it should be choking me. this weather makes me uncomfortable. it makes me sick to my stomach, & creates an atmosphere so dangerous. its amazing how its something that can affect you so much. or maybe not enough ( Read more... )

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& to think that "we were helping you get over him." "you should be proud of me lindsey". proud of what, your lies? at least do it with some dignity, instead of trying to hide it from everyone that truly cared for you. what a waste of fucking time.