i am alive. and happy to say FUCK YOU to everyone who used to make me cry. now, i laugh and spit and puke in your fucking face. and i wish you neither good, or bad, because you are no longer existant.

everyone else, i love you.

i don't celebrate christmas; and i vomit on holiday spirit.

this journal is no more.

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she was nowhere to be found.

why?

today is my one week anniversary of being cigarette free.

chao

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the leafless trees stretch their crooked branches up into the fog, like cracks in cement. it's hard to tell whether there are any clouds at all, or just too many of them all clustered together. i think gray when i think cancer. (and just why am i writing obituaries for my english assignment?) something new: i was going to be name felix because my ( Read more... )