I didn't write this, but when I read it...well you know.

so the story ends
you got the girl
good for you!
no more responsibility
who cares who you trashed along the way?
who cares your victory march treads broken-heart pieces?
and all I was
and continue to be
a distraction
a stroke to your ego
someone to say you're okay
you used me
what I felt for you
you played ( Read more... )

so that whole saying 
you make mistakes and then you have to live with them
can basically kiss my ass
i don't want to

starting classes, re-doing my whole room, and a mini roadtrip.
seems like  a lot of things to get done in not a lot of time

but i do get to see my bf so i guesss 4 hours in a car by myself is worth it.
i'm pretty sure that no one has even an ounce of confidence that i will make it without dying
and they are probably right
so come to my funeral...there ( Read more... )

i want to go buy a new camera and takes lots of pictures.
i could still do that now, but i hate my camera.
and i have no on to take pictures with so then it would just be boring
i want my bf to come back so we can go the river, make our own fire, drink beer and look at the starts all night
goddamn i hate the army!

school soon..YAY
or not

it's been awhile, but i'm bored so here i am.
i don't think anyone will actually read this, but to be honest i don't give a fuck.

today...sucks. the end.

i'm tired of people needing me to be in a good mood all the time
and i'm tired of having to take pills for everything aka sleeping, headaches, my shoulder. i feel like i am a goddamn walking pharmacy.

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wow so this is weird. it's been about 4 months since i've written anything on here. buuut i decided to get back to it.

due to certain people, i've deleted every entry ever written except 4 or 5. so this is me starting over with good 'ol lj.

i'm not really sure if i'll ever have anything to say, but oh well.

<3 peace niggas

"When you wait all your life for something and then find it, it's like a miracle. All the parts inside you that've been on hold, they open up and start beating. You were okay before, you were good, You  had purpose and direction, and everything was just fine. But now it's more. You can't explain what that more is, but you know, if you lose it, ( Read more... )

I didn't write this, but when I read it...well you know ( Read more... )

 I figure its's a good time to update before Pattie slits my throat... so here we go. A bunch of shit you know nothing about!

Nights with Pattie, at Ryans.....they pretty much rock. Becuase we make them...

• beeping car that never ends
• riding bikes like your still 12
• taco bell....adventures! dancing on the toilets and pics of that, annnd of course ( Read more... )

Pretty much loving life, and hating boys. But that's ok because I'm tough as shit.

• 15 hours of painting can make any night go from party to hell
• we paint, move furniture, and stay up all night looking like construction workers...what? WE'RE MEN!
• the death corner makes you a little LOOOOOPY....ARRGH!! like a pirate, not an animal
• I lost my life at ( Read more... )