[Dear Courtney, I have writer's block too.]

I really wish I had a genie with three wishes for me. I've been really thinking hard about it and I can sum my life's happiness into maybe even less than three wishes.
1. Great body that never goes away no matter what / how much I eat or how little / how much I exercise.
2. An amazing fun job that pays ( Read more... )

I guess I just don't talk to you right. I guess I don't know what to say. I'm not so good at articulating what I mean. I can't just say it. It's weird to think that you've been with other girls. It's weird to think that you have thoughts that I can't read. What a feeling. I never really get like this, I never actually care. I get bored easily, but ( Read more... )

 I hate people who expect me to drive faster than I need to. I hate dog hair that floats into my mouth. I hate Christians who look at my two-toned hair and tell me I'm going to hell. I hate hardcore Christians, period, sorry. I just hate how people think they've chosen the right God when there's hundreds out there. I hate 13 year olds who think ( Read more... )

 Why can't someone be so mature as to not assume someone is copying them when they have the same hair color?
And can I please not be cliche for liking something?
You making a big deal out of my 'myspace name' is way more immature than me having it.

YOU ALL PISS ME OFF AND I HOPE YOU ALL LOSE TO 12/21/12.
bitches.

The independence I've needed isn't optional when my thoughts drive me to the brink of insanity.
When I can't go a second without contradicting myself over and over again.
The dependence brings forth distraction from the things I don't want to visit in my mind.
My life is a paradox, a contradiction in and of itself.
Yet, if I don't have the ( Read more... )

how is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? if there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a ( Read more... )

 IT FEELS SO GOOD TO YELL.
SHAKE MY HAIR ALL AROUND.
IT JUST FEELS SO GOOD TO ADMIT IT.

AND FUCK THE IDEA OF NOT GETTING WHAT YOU WANT.
FUCK IT.

Paranoia, narcissism, dependance, withdrawn.
Whatever it is; it's just a dream. Just a dream.

I'll try to push it down, pull it in. You don't want to see.
Just for you. Just because it's what you want.
I know you don't want to feel this guilt.
I wish it never even happened. I wish you never touched me.
I wish I never even laid eyes on you.
I can't ( Read more... )

 I'm sick of being Lili Lethal, Lili Karol.
I miss Lilafer. It's not a name anymore.
What am I anymore?

 I guess I'm just synthetic. Fake.
That's how you've come to view me, just a bitch.
I honestly don't care if you don't like me.
Just don't talk to me, don't make me a part of your daily routine.
I could ruin you with just three words.
Do I? No. I don't care to make that effort.
I'd rather you just tell me what you don't like about me.
Will you? No. You're ( Read more... )