I feel much better now.

1983-2005 ( Read more... )

It's all so easy. It's not about looking good, at least not on the surface-- but you still win. Just let yourself be broken and humiliated. Just your whole life, keep telling people, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry...

Yes, I kidnapped that Lindbergh baby.
The Titanic thing, I did that ( Read more... )

Changed and still changing.

*rolls eyes*

But whatever.

What the fuck, did Livejournal just eat half of my last post, or is that asshole going into my account?

What. The. Fuck?

Oh, let the fucking games begin....
This is my fucking journal and I'll post what I goddamn well want to.

Especially if it's the fucking truth.

edit: password's already been changed.

Jamie, you're still a worthless sell out ( Read more... )

Still feeling sick ( Read more... )

I COULD TEAR HER THROAT OUT WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS.

I WISH SHE WERE WITHIN AN ARM'S LENGTH. I WOULD GRAB HER BY THE NECK AND JUST SQUEEZE UNTIL HER EYES POPPED OUT FROM THE FORCE, THEN REPEATEDLY BASH HER HEAD IN. I WANT TO RIP HER FACE OFF AND CRUSH HER SPINE; I WANT TO STOMP HER SKULL; I WANT TO SHATTER EVERY BONE IN HER BODY AND MAKE HER ( Read more... )

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