/FINITE.

Everyone bitches about their lives too much. Not saying I don't, because I sure do, but Jesus Christ, some people need to stop being such drama queens over silly shit ( Read more... )

because i got high, because i got high, because i got high....

thinking of getting a different livejournal. not sure yet. we'll see.

secrets don't make friends.
they make enemies.

i am a murderer.

porcelain affair: it's just nice to know, that for some second people come back together and they forget about the bullshit and just reunite ( Read more... )

i am fucking tired of everyone relating to me.
i want to be a unique fucking snowflake.
i do not want to be a number, a statistic.

but that's all i am.

i am kristyn's superiority complex.

I write these words with my motherly intuition.

I hate the feeling of emotional apathy, where it's all so overwhelming you either give up or you cling to the one thing you can to make yourself have an identity. I cling to being an anthesis of someone who doesn't care, but in fact I do, but only a little. No, I don't care about anyone but me. How ( Read more... )

But I felt covered in your whispered worship.
And as you passed out fast on my shoulder,
I imagined a child waiting so sad and still for his mom to arrive.

I really, really, really love The Good Life.

I'm okay right now. Sarah's party on Saturday. I just have this feeling it's gonna blow, but I really hope it doesn't.

I need a fuck buddy.

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I hate being awake when the sun comes up.
But it's all I ever do these days.

I am the official stalker of John Lampe.

/end.

It's always the older ones that seduce me
and the younger ones that enthrall me.

I ran into my exboyfriend at the hookah bar. It brought back some nice and some painful memories. Unfortunately for me, he looked a lot happier than I've felt in quite sometime.

I've never wanted to talk with some one so much.

I am Jack's Utter Confussion.