My livejournal.. I have a livejournal.. I have a livejournal.. It's still real, and after a long dormant state, has come back. Look at it, all right here and in your face. Take that!

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I hate it.
When I can't do anything with my friends, I have time to think.
To deeply, to.. commonly.
My mind overflows with everything.
And I can't tell anyone.
Emotion, theory, pointless crap.

The pretty color of eyes

I just don't know.
Everything just seems..

Livejournal has fallen apart.
I come on here every once in a while to read what's happening with Liz and Tiffany.
Sometimes Juliet, sometimes Jhan.
No one else.
What is up with that I ask? What?

I've haven't posted in forever.
Oh well, the positives and the negatives this month have both been extreme.
Oh well

I am so pissed.
Everyone is like
Maybe, if I'm bored, we copuld maybe do something.
Or
Maybe I'll talk to you, but probabl;y not.
Then, all the broken promises
All the lies.
I can't trust anyone anymore.
It mkaes me so mad.
In fact, don't even talk to me.
And, call me whatever the hell you want, I don't care what you think of me!

You know.
At his moment, I hate everyone and everything.
Simple as that.
Just one of those moments you know?

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Useless.
Pointless.

Wrong not?
I doubt.

Forget about it, dream.