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Blast from the Past to the Present
It's been a while, but here I am. Seasoned and wiser, yet nonetheless still insecure.
I just thought it was interesting that this site still exists, and I am still here.
Shout out to all my old lj buddies. Facebook seems to have swallowed everyone whole! -
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Whoo hoo I got accepted to Towson University!
I really just need a reason to celebrate right now. Things have been so lame and I'm sick of it. -
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Find a table. Sit down. How many? Two? Ok. Here are your menus. Calamari! Scary? Well that's how my mind works. I enter a room in a rush to get out. Why? Because I'm a food junkie. Food junkie? What's that? Well it has a lot to do with eating and obsessions about religion and things I feel guilty about. I wish, for instance, that I could bring my ( Read more... ) -
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It's always the same. I try to smile and deal with people. No one really gives a shit what I do. They just think I'm some reject weird geeky kid with no real aspirations other than trying too hard to be accepted. Maybe people aren't wrong ( Read more... ) -
To be... me?
"WHY NOT?" I felt like saying, as I put another dark rasberry cream into the seventh pound of deluxe assorted chocolates for the tiny elderly woman. She buys candy for her family every Christmas, and always expects the best from Wockenfuss. I am the clerk on the other side of the register. I have to pack the candy, arrange it, weigh it, and wrap it ( Read more... ) -
Laugh at that.
Everything is harrendous. I am a sick fucking shit bag who needs therapy ASAP. The black is swarming and screams echo in my ears. My temples are throbbing with incessant tension. Why are those people giving me that look? Why are you reading my entries? Do you really care? No. You don't care. If you really cared then I wouldn't be alone crying my ( Read more... ) -
Trolls Have it Made
If we were all just happy little trolls living in ditches, eating sheep, we'd be better off as a species ( Read more... ) -
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No matter how hard I try, I feel like I'm never good enough. Maybe I try too hard ( Read more... ) -
Fun Times
Dear Self ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes I see a tear in my reflection ( Read more... )