i got something to say but.. nothing comes
yes i know what you think of me, you never shut up.

definatly releived. i'm bleeding. i swear to god this happens too often.

i ache all over. feel like nothing is functioning right anymore. least of all my head.

I am 22 years old.

I now have a cane.

WHOMP, THERE IT IS.

It's interesting to note how much I take for granted. The ability to walk without feeling things pop and crack in my legs, or without a kneecap sliding this way or that without any warning whatsoever. The ability to go through an entire day without even once getting so dizzy i have to immediatly drop, wherever i am, because everything is spinning ( Read more... )

I'm sitting in bed wearing a silver-grey and gold victorias secret nightie with last nights eyeliner smeared all around my eyes, my hair all puffed out and frizzy mess, and i'm singing ani difranco songs.

i so need a record contract.

i wanna go home

[001] What time is it? 3:28pm ( Read more... )

It's March, so really it should be quite obvious that I am not sleeping again. and that im fucking myself up with nicotine. and i'm fucking myself up in general. okay, spring, yada yada yada, everything is all fine and well and good. but it's AGGRIVATING. I just want to *sleep ( Read more... )

when you look at my face does it seem just as ugly to you?

i'm so sick of this place, this taste in my mouth.

still not smoking. hurrah!

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