photo journal.

so i finally gave in and created a photojournal.
i love the way i always look greasy and sad.
yeah. dave was going to bring alex home around 3am,
but i guess they decided to give me the old 'fuck you'.
alex is probably drunk and happier without me.
i hate this life.

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so it's 6:12am, and i'm definetly not asleep. i went to my very first show up here tonight at this place called the loft, and it was actually pretty awesome. i didn't want to go for some undisclosed reasons, but in the end i felt like everything turned out all right. as i was leaving (i had to drive sarah's car home with a few of her friends ( Read more... )

"yeah.. when i first saw her, i gotta admit..
i was like.. 'i'd fuck the shit out of her'"

the things you hear when you're not hanging out.
:\ i wish i was perfect so he'd want me the way he wants
every other girl who passes through here.

i wonder if this is going to get better.


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*I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

1. Who are you? mira ( Read more... )

he woke up at noon.
i woke up at 3pm.
he fell asleep at 3:05pm.
he r e f u s e s to wake up.

<3mirrr

hahhah that rules.

alex still isn't home.
i don't think he'll ever come home.