VOODOO WHERE ARE YOU?

i can't find you and it's killing me.

maybe you'll see this.

http://img20.imageshack.us/my.php?image=deathsquidek8.jpg

my pretty picture from saturday's adventure compliments of miss veronica yangis!

She thinks I'm much too thin, she asks me if I'm sick. What's a girl to do with friends like this?

It's going to be a long time before I go home again and hopefully it will be a short time that I'm there. It's time to build my own life. Arcade is dead and there is nothing left for me there.

"The world is moving every where but here. So load the van! Destination: nowhere near."

I can't get up this time. I'm done. It's over. It's just all over.

"Just think of this and me as just a few of the things to lie around to clutter up your shelves."

I can't do this anymore. When the people that I trust are the ones that make me feel like I'm nothing, I don't know what else to do. I don't understand.

There are so many things that I can turn to, that I want to turn to. I know they won't make things any better besides making me feel okay for a little bit. I just want to feel okay. Everything is ( Read more... )

I think I need to take my foot off of the gas pedal before I crash into something hard.

"Life kills rebels, death gets the rest.
So don't deny me your company.
Let's just drive fast, let's drive west!"

-The Matches

Two words:

FUCK ARCADE.

This place sucks and I hate it more than I ever did before.

'ello lovelies. how are you faring ( Read more... )