OK GUYS.
After years and years of public entries, I've finally decided to make this journal


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On my birthday, January 7th, at midnight hour which would lead the day to the next, I slipped through some sort of vortex hour glass shaped black hole thing. This passageway opened to a new reality, a new way of life and a new method for living. I knew that it was going to happen and i'd taken some rich acid a few hours before and once I slipped ( Read more... )

some children have parents who are there to support them, to love them unconditionally through all the bitterness and turmoil they are posed with daily. some children's parents buy them cars for their 16th birthdays or let them have a place to stay and warmth and comfort when they truly need it. Sometimes, these children, whoes parents aren't ( Read more... )

Living every day in and out just waiting to see what will happen next isn't all it's cracked out to be ( Read more... )

Shit ( Read more... )

I R kindra...

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there's just too much to compact into one journal entry all the shit that i've done over the last two weeks ( Read more... )

my father is an alcoholic and all i found in his idiotic house was an empty bottle of vodka. fortunatley there was some hidden hydrocodone and some dank ass nyquil stashed in seperate bathrooms. stupid fucking drug addictions being my stupid ass escape from the pain that i feel. tomorrow will be better and in a half an hour i will have forgotten ( Read more... )

there's no saying who ( Read more... )

my new cell number is 720 883 4109. i'm leaving for the bus now. be there in two days. whoever wants to play with me, give me a call