my new journal please:
http://toxicwasteline.livejournal.com/

shovels cost money.

it just didnt last long enough.

i'm feeling kindof numb.
im tired. i want to go to bed.
im sorry.
this is making me feel cold.
i don't know why this happens.
i don't know what to do.
what do you want me todo.

this is fucking lame.

you were born too soon
i was born to late.
and every time i look at that ugly moon
it reminds me of you.

everytime i look at that ugly lake
it reminds me of me.

i cant stop sneezing.

friendship is booze.
they want you to get drunk into feeling cool.
i wish i had never met you.

i hope when you think of me years down the line
you cant find one good thing to say.

there is no sign of land.
you are coming down with me.

this is so pointless.
whats the point?
no point at all.
fuck you.

pah.
downhill.
at most.

whats wrong with you?
yea, you.
fuck you.

dont even.

- en

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