I was joking about leaving.
I was joking about caring.
I was joking about being sorry.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

days left.

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Yeah
This is my last one.
Im probably going to quit coming online.

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Alternate payment plan: Quit being a dolt.
Alternate alternate payment plan: Kill yourself or quit whining about life.

Is this for life stories? Am i suppose to write what i feel? ok ( Read more... )

Grass. YOu remember the grass. When you were feeling the tendrils of green knives cutting your face. You fell. Why? Were you pushed? No. You were overtaken by your instinct to survive.

WTF does that mean? Shoot me.

Its ok ... You can type a lot.
I just wanted to see if someone cared enough to comment... YAY!

I WIN!

I will write a story.

Yeah, to all of you who post way too much in Livejournal ( Read more... )

Blistened by the light, you linger over the forgotten bungle. Distrained to see that you are inibuous and alone, all the feelings of ligerant galoniousness have returned to drunt you. Awakened to your new sense of fility, you lay down the nes quee. The others will learn. They wont mungle your nistic day. No one will. Not again ( Read more... )