I have not smoked a single cigarette since June. I'm not having withdrawals and once in a while I'll even realize that I haven't even been thinking about cigarettes for a few days. Quitting cigarettes have not made me gain weight (surprising) but it doesn't mean that I've lost any either (disappointing). Life here is quiet. The people I used to ( Read more... )

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I remembered that I used to wax philosophical about the relevance of romantic movies and how close to the truth they actually were, and somehow this memory came as a surprise to me. Somehow the confidently sappy airheaded bimbo I was was replaced by someone who was much more cynical without giving up the happy ignorance of naivety, inevitably ( Read more... )

I look like shit, I feel like shit. God, so what else is new?

I'm not afraid of dying; I'm afraid of living easy.

LOL BRB FLYING TO AMERICA.

Countdown to your death: it's closer than you think.
Excuse the fuck out of me while I suck the devil's brains out of his dick.


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I don't give a shit. I'll hold Satan's hand and play patty-cake if I fucking want to.

 I want some drugs. I want to fucking collapse. I need someone to bash my head in so I can lose consciousness now.