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somethingdirty
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My thoughts are rushing at 4385235638 mph, and theyre all agaisnt eachother. Holy fuckin shit.

oh mannn.

wow. i am so out of control its not even funny.
i need to do e this weekend.
i want to do mushrooms, too.
i dont want to eat ever again.
control starts NOW.
i say it. but i dont feel it.
faliure.

just had a flashback ( Read more... )

I never knew my dad could be so scary ( Read more... )

Wow, re-reading yesterdays entry was kinda.. ouch. But true. and as I re-read it, my dad complemented how *pretty* i look at the moment ( Read more... )

I look in the mirror and I hate everything I see. From the shape of my face, to the colour of my skin, the way my hair falls, and the extras, the extras, THE EXTRAS!!! I want to rip it all off, dig my nails deep into my flesh and just rip, tear, bite it all off. I dont need it. I cant have it. I cant handle it. I swallow the pill I know will make ( Read more... )

im so lonely i could vomit.

and no one can save me from it.

i wonder what it would be like
to be someone special
or important

or best
or better
or noticed
or perfect
or wanted
or needed.
needed.
what if i where loved.