Already settling into this ridiculous fucking monotony at the newly ripe old age of 21. Is there any point of attempting some form of progression or is happy suicide the only logical answer now?

before we go any further ... friends ( Read more... )

So I guess you've chosen the person that for years shit talked you without even knowing you, and constantly putting you down for no reason over me. That's fine. So you can keep texting her and talking to her on AIM and shit, and I hope you guys hang out whenever you come up next. You want to "rekindle" with me. Well, not if you're going to do that ( Read more... )

Cars absorb the light ( Read more... )

Thought.
I graduate high school on Friday.
Wow.

Your heart's not broken and mine's screaming out it's joy.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LACEY GAYLE.

I love you. You're another year older and I'm so happy we still love each other just as much now as we did when we first met way back when. Have a wonderful time being sixteen.

I love you. Seriously.

Sometimes I take a step back and question everyone's motives. What are my motives? To love and be loved unconditionally? I don't think I believe in unconditional love. In fact, I don't. There's nothing unconditional. The Bravery is right about that. There will always be something upsetting, annoying, bewildering. Something will always make small ( Read more... )

I love you.
Bye.

Allie and Kristen, keep ya heads up.

(No, Karen Shull, this is not a suicide note. But thanks for calling me at 1:30 or something a.m. to see if I was dead.)
I'm in fact perfectly happy. I'm just taking out the trash for the last time.

It's my motha fuckin' 18th birthday.

978 476 1373.
Leave me lovin'. Kristen's here. She's skipping school. I'm getting my monroe pierced. We're gonna go crazy. We're gonna look foxy. I woke up to three phone calls and four texts today.

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