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weight : 96 pounds.
diet of the day : pinot grigio and sinicuichi. soundtrack : fugazi ( Read more... ) -
i do not love, i hate.
i'm starting to feel the weight ( Read more... ) -
Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned
room for fire, there's always room for fire. as long as the fire's hot, it won't rot.
my hands are not genetically capable of playing the afore-mentioned instrument. they have not the physical capacity.
much less the intellect required to perform the task flawlessly. i am sorry, i have lost your cause, please forgive me.
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killer piller.
fucking lame way to go man. guess i should have seen this coming, i'm not sure why i got so pumped. it always rains on my parade. shit luck. midnight would defeat the purpose completely, i don't want just another night. i want this night. ain't no justice in the world. i got stuck with twiggy arms. fucking great. -
hey, been tryin' to meet ya
Can i start over? Is that allowed? I'm not so clear on the rules, and nobody been clueing me in. I am truly disgusted at how much brutality the english language has endured. ain't no excuses peeps, we's be cold.
I've been dead for a long time, i can barely remember my life. it was brief and uneventful. They don't make movies based on the ( Read more... ) -
here now, there now
i had it. it was so fucking close. i blame the pen. it just wouldn't fucking work, pens are so unreliable. i'm all for pencils now. i am being mocked. damn this cursor, it's always blinking. feels like it's waiting for something. oh yeah, it is.
i'm on tap water now, ain't nothing else to drink. getting low on food too, unless anyone knows a ( Read more... ) -
it's probably love, in the worst kind of way
i am living in the past
. i keep going over past experiences, situations, trying to decipher little insignificant moments; figuring out what i did wrong. i keep thinking about what i'd do differently given the chance, like it would change anything. i wish i could. i am stuck in the past, putting my present on hold. i keep telling myself, if it was ( Read more... ) -
keep forgetting to remember
so, i've been meaning to remember i still have a journal. it's ironic really, i say i wanna be a writer and yet i can't seem to get through 2 sentences before i lose interest. i've lost the will to move forward. instead i stand still, won't somebody please shove me ( Read more... ) -
then you wouldn't have to say
i don't like to cry infront of others. i doubt this makes me unique. but then, i doubt anyone really is. when it comes down to it, we're all the same, in our own ways. we all react the same, we all engage the same, and we all exchange the same. we're all the same in that we are all different ( Read more... ) -
hmm.. (a thought)
I've always wondered what the hell my problem is. Is there a name for it, or is it entirely unique?
But then, she does it too.
Maybe it's just in the family.
Maybe it's genetic.
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