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i'm still sick to my stomach and i'm shaky.
i am no one of consequence.
but regardless.
i'm so scared of drowning in how i used to know you.
but i'm here i'm groping the nearest piece of driftwood.
i just can't hold on.
i'm still sick to my stomach and i'm shaky.
i'm so lost
for words
for breath
for a spark of sanity
and i've fallen off of something i can't climb onto again.
f
r
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fa
ll
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we are, we are.. the youth of the nation
hey you ( Read more... ) -
you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be..
playing old school donkey kong country on super nintendo.
you are a smart ninja.
i dig my unrelated family.
hot bawls. -
i'm just a painter and i'm drawing a blank.
i feel overwhelmed and at odds with the world.
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baby girl, i'm a blur. {listing it up}
ten damn good songs (in no order)
1. i will follow you into the dark - death cab
2. naive - the kooks
3. the good left undone - rise against
4. kiss me - sixpence none the richer (and also the n.f.g. cover)
5. on the radio - regina spektor
6. creep - radiohead
7. bathwater - no doubt
8. roshambo - the network
9. hold me down - motion city soundtrack
10. you' ( Read more... ) -
'tis the season.
i wanted to write a long winded paragraph.
or three or four or nine.
i wanted to rant forever.
i'm too lazy to waste my breath.
i hate the hills.
i feel manipulative.
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what an idiot
i looked over all of those old entries.
god i was stupid.
HAH.
apartament 1901.
we might move there.
it's rad as hell.
life is great. (!!)
boy is great. (L)
friends are great.
new hair.
that's it.
kay bye.
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seeing your name still gives me the chills.
i just cut my hair. my mom said i was trying to represent a "scene".
she wasn't right.
i'm tired and bored and i wish i had made plans with someone.
i've been home alone for something like and hour and a half
and the whole "home alone" glory gets old fast.
too fast.
i hate her and everything she represents.
i'll deal with it.
four years.
and then i'm out.
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fatty want a cracker?
dear future self.
you're chubby. no matter how much weight you've lost [a conclusion which is doubtable at best], you're still a lard. pick up the pace. go for a five mile run and watch the flab and the tubbs slip away. you'll feel better and you'll look better. you'll feel so much more free. just do it. lace up your trainers, plug in your ( Read more... ) -
don't believe a word you've heard about me.
i'm completely alone ( Read more... )