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[steffyisweakmmk]

There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepiatone loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? and where do we go?
And how come we're so hard?
It

Comments

You are crazy.

[anonymous]

Why do you write in this thing? No one comments. No one, like you said, cares. It's true, they don't. You most likely write in here to gain some sort of sympathy from others, but since you don't get any, you decide amp up the psychotic episodes from entry to entry. It's fun. But pathetic.

Get a diary if you want to "jot" down your thoughts, to express yourself through writing, because uhm- sweety?

NO ONE FUCKING CARES!

Love always.

Re: You are crazy.

[anonymous]

P.S. You're ugly, and all those weird things you try to do with your hair and crazy dumb eye shadow colors you "test" and blue eyeliners are disgusting. It makes you look like a German whore from the Red Light District.

Case and point.

Re: You are crazy.

[anonymous]

P.P.S. Oh yes, and stop suffocating your boyfriend. You push him away, stand up for yourself and get some dignity. No one wants a whiny, possessive, controlling, jealous, lunatic as a girlfriend.

And as always,
I expect these to be deleted before anyone sees them.
(Just in case, right) *wink*wink*

Re: You are crazy.

[anonymous]

hey buddy IM me- stevetacularr8 or if you dont have AIM email me: ele311ment@optonline.net

I'd like to chat.

-The Boyfriend.