"In his hand he held up to me,
blueberry eyes,
rotting jewels in the summer sun
Somewhere
Sockets were filled with maggots
Like shot glasses served by Death himself"

This is my last entry on this journal.  Don't cry just yet, I have a new one.

zombieseatfree

About 70% of the person I once was is now dead.  We will always remember her.

I've hardly had the energy for you or anything else...

Your face that seemed like heaven ( Read more... )

I am a hybrid of:
Progressive Girl
Party Girl

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I seem to fade in and out in this digital world...but I have nothing to hide anymore ( Read more... )

ANOTHER CONNECTION IS LOST ( Read more... )

Today was really fun ( Read more... )

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ThiS ShaLL Be FriEnDs OnLy

From now on