Don't you find it odd that I was looking for you all night, then on my way home, I run into you???

...i picked up the pieces of my broken ego
i have finally made my peace as far as you and me go...

You better come see me sometime. I do miss you, a lot.

Ok, I know a lot of you hate me, think I'm crazy, lame, whatever, I don't care ( Read more... )

So, I'm driving home from school today. The person in front of me throws a ton of trash out their window. Like cigarette packets, McDonald's bags, and cups. It really angered me. I wanted to shoot them. If only I had a gun. I should start my own militia... Just an idea.

Just when I think I have things figured out. She has to come see me and tell me she is moving back to Tupelo ( Read more... )

I never knew that posting about how one feels at a certain time could cause such a fuss. Pretty interesting. And its not because I don't like him. I have never particuarly cared for him. Consider how many people I don't like, I don't see why this surprises some people. Sorry for writing about something that I was thinking about at a particular ( Read more... )

UGhhhh he's so gross, why him?
The fact that moving from me to him makes me feel sick inside.
It makes me feel even lower than before.
I atleast thought I was better than HIM.
**Shivers**

I need an 8 track recorder.

class tommorrow. 8-1:45, ughhh shoot me. AHH pics maybe uploaded to photobucket tonight???

My find in Jackson today:

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OH Jack Kerouac, take me away. The greatest American writer. AHHH I have read On the Road 11 times now. Still such a great book. It puts me in one of those moods though. At the same time that it gives me hope, it also depresses the hell out of me. I wish I could experience those things. I gotta get out of here. Every day, the same thing. Work, ( Read more... )

...Cause i don't want to hold you and feel so helpless
I don't want to smell you and lose my senses
And smile in slow motion
With eyes in love

...Always find it hard to get an answer
From the harvester of hearts
Not that I have much to offer
God knows I have so much to gain
From the harvester of hearts
From the harvester of pain

Sigh...