Well this wholesome little journal has to come to a close sometime. I am creating a new journal of which will be private. I think some wandering eyes have fallen upon my words and thus fell victim to the truth. I don't apologize when I'm not sorry. I am a firm believer in that and I have lost many people that way. So I will keep my mouth closed ( Read more... )

fat, lesbian, retarded, fat cow, asshole, spoiled, bull dyke, manly, fat, saggy boobs

just to note something ( Read more... )

i think i might be emotionally unstable... (haha that just sounds like a pussy thing to say) but i am seriously either happy or sad or angry, if i fall to a middle ground then i normally lean toward the sad. yesterday i was sad. the kind of sad a person gets when they run out of oxycotin and consider thin red lines across the top of their arm. a ( Read more... )

i remembered today and couldn't stop laughing at anthony... "i have pretty balls"

lol good times

Today was just a day. I spent far too much money on clothes and to ease my mind spent more money on dvds (smart thinking). I visited my grandmother and thought of how old she got. She's a short lady, fat legs and ankles, she wears her skirt under her boobs and has runs in her stockings. I don't know. That seems to be the thing I think the most, "I ( Read more... )

well i'm back...
Chris' mom is dead. I feel like I should've cried. Everyone else did, but I just think of something else. But since monday, it comes in my head. Chris' mom is dead. How do you recover? I mean  think Josh said it best when he said "How does he function?" I never know what to do. If it weren't for Joshua and Rhody I think I'd move ( Read more... )

Heh, I don't do myspace. Sorry readers and fans alike but this wholesome little journal is filling itself with too many dramatics. I have never considered myself much of a girl and I don't plan on starting now. So, it's back to the handwritten word. At least until all this nonsense washes away. I shall be writting for my own eyes rather than yours ( Read more... )

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TO REBECCAH (whom I hope never reads this):
Do you ever wonder if we are a figment of eachothers imaginations? Ones friendship only stretches so far and vice versa. We think we have a feeling of personal attachment, personal connection and understanding so we can feel like we have someone who is personal and who understands in return. But really we ( Read more... )