I have come to the conclusion that I look so much better with long hair...and I look like a tool without it.

I might as well go buy a pink shirt.

So...this year has been a lot of backstabbing and using for me. I feel drained from exposure to my fellow man. Mentally and physically I think I've exhausted myself. I get comfortable too easily...and can't really pick out the parts and situations that I should take into consideration when deciding what to do with the current status of my ( Read more... )

So...I'm back to not sleeping. I can't explain this one...maybe just part of the cycle. I'm depressed, I've realized last night. I have good reason to be and I am happy I can validate the feeling. It'll pass, I'm sure, if not, by the weekend, my spirits will be lifted, if not by friends, but by countless amounts of alcohol. I think everyone I know ( Read more... )

I like my music loud. I like my music fast. I like my music with guitars and a bass and drums and some vocals that can melt the rafters. I like my fast cars. I like making those fast cars go fast. I like my leather. I like my chains. I like my handcuffs. I like my boots. I like my coat. I like my nailpolish. I like my eyeliner. I like my eyeshadow ( Read more... )

I stopped counting how many girls I've been with...now...I just use scientific notation

Where the hell are these girls ( Read more... )

Someone come and pick me up and take me somewhere where I can get a tattoo and get drunk.

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My bloodlust is coming back. I feel tortured...and I think it's time to inflict my pain upon others. I want to bite...so I can taste the blood. I remember fucking Kelley...which I would really like to do again...not so much for her...but...for me...so I can make her feel pain...like she really wanted. More often than not...I'd find blood on the ( Read more... )

One Time For Old Times ( Read more... )