last night i tore open my post-valentines day gift doug had given to me on the 15. i didnt appreciate it much at the time and im not one to really celebrate that worthless holiday. so i stuffed it in my red backpack and forgot about it until last night. the gift was the book are "are we not men? we are devo!" its the raddest gift anyone has given ( Read more... )

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this morning around 9:00am my body decided it would like to wake me up by sending sharp pains to my stomach. it hurt so much i couldnt walk but i knew i had to make a dash for the toilet. at first i thought the nauseating feeling meant i had to throw up. so i gagged and coughed but realized it was going to come out the other end. i immediately ( Read more... )

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loud music
flashing lights
weed smoke
old friends gone
closet living
forced smiles
dirty hair
picking at my face
biting my nails
cursing myself
head in hands
worthless mode
sick
sick
of the same faces

i dont really want to be here anymore but im afraid im already stuck.
fucking desperate. ugh.