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interpretator 1: i can't breathe.
interpretator 2: it's probably your allergies.
interpretator 1: i can't swallow either.
interpretator 2 : i've heard liquid drano works.
interpretator 1: my chest hurts too.
interpretator 2: then find something to put them both to sleep.
yours,
Leila

life has spiraled and spun its last chance with me. i am utterly finished with all. the only thing in all of my life that ever stuck with me was my writing. i still have that, but nothing else. i have become a silent movie ( Read more... )

i never needed any help in any way... and now i find, i change my mind, i'm not so self-assured, and now i need it like i never did before. HELP me if you can i'm feeling down... and i do appreciate you being round... help me get my feet back on the ground... won't you please PLEASE HELP ME ( Read more... )

i don't remember livejournal looking this horrible the last time i saw it. maybe it is sick. or maybe i am. myabe i don't give a fuck because livejournal is a worthless piece of shit to which i pity the egotistical fool that has the luxury of worthlessness to bore the rest of us with their everyday nonsense. i mean, do people seriously type in ( Read more... )

i cannot even stare at checkered floors anymore without going insane. what's wrong? everything just starts flashing and it burns me inside. ugh.
-Leila