It hurts to breath, and I am not reciting a line from Atreyu ( Read more... )

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This is now over. Cut and no longer an existence. I will have a new journal and few will read it. I can't go to my shrink and have her reading my journal entries back to me, and telling me that they sound disturbing. Shit, I know some of the things discussed in here are a little out of the realm of normalcy, but this is who I am. I don't make this ( Read more... )

Oh my, last night was interesting. It ended with Heath spewing from the mini-van as I drove off in a state of confusion and his dog attacking my vagina at five am this morning. Good times at the kitchen counter, eating shit fuck garlic pizza and drinking my cold cold Natty. I also informed many small girls that I can rap and S D for C! They we ( Read more... )

Two o'clock and I have been more productive today than I have in weeks ( Read more... )

I guess I am apparently scene in others eyes now.
That shit just makes me laugh, laugh, laugh and laugh in your face.
Mostly because I make fun of kids who claim to be scene or anyone else with a gay as hell label, such as XXX. I know I have many edge friends, and I am not trying to hate, I just don't feel the need to have labels, and I wish ( Read more... )

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So the tears dropped from her eyes and disappeared into the hot cement as we drifted in and out of reality. Then immediatly followed through on our paper cutting job. She cuts, I place inside envelope. I test microphones as well, and plug in to monitors.

Eurotrash. Europack. Fannypack. Dan. Test, test. [breaks a beat]. [busts a ryhme]. Test, test. ( Read more... )

Hey, kids, Rhonda is talented and can make up songs. So rock this beat in your head next time you are chillin with the homies and the bums on the street, sippin' on yo' 40's.

Suck it, suck it. Suck my dick for coke. Suck it, suck it. S my D for C.

Repeat.

Repeat.

chorusOhhh I S D for C, and I ride my bike to the store. Fall on the floor. S ( Read more... )

My nights are filled with new friends, fun friends, hott boys, hard-ons, dancing, and mult[ttt]iples of drinks.

The crusade to find the best life, not the most prospective life, but the fun life is working out rather well.

I think I just fell in love 67.98 times this past week. ashleyhatesyou and her crew rocked my fucking world. Dancing, feeling pulsations ( Read more... )