It occured to me today, and maybe really for the first time, that we're broken up. And, I think maybe writing that down is a start to really coming to terms with it. I've pushed it to the side, and now it's the elephant in the room. Or, across the ocean.

I live in a different country now.
I threw up a grey colour substance Friday night in a bar that lets 13 year old girls in it.
You ruin my life, no really you do.
I watch mtv dating shows and CNN International, and that's all.
My uterus is bleeding and it makes me feel like sunshine.

And no, I don't want to say anything else.

the real problem with life is, that you never really know when things start to get complicated. You just wake up one morning and you find out that all the shit's hit the fan.

"A veces las cosas buenas valen esperar. Y a veces, usted tiene que esperar lo que usted quiere,"

Does anyone even realize I'm leaving the country for four months?

They just, well they just don't care.

Does there come a point where you realize you're friends aren't your friends anymore, because they've decided that's what they've just well, decided.

I fucking well hate the colour green.
I just fucking hate. On yellow or white, I hate it.

i'm never in the mood to write anything.

You scored as You cant let go of the past. Things that happened in the past are unforgettable and important, but moving on and creating hope and aspirations for the future may help cure your non-stalgia.

You cant let go of the past
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Your not happy with where you are right now
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i wonder, do you "own her shit" too?