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Thursday, March 27


I'm about to....
Pack up my computer.
I want comments sometime.
Kthxbye.



See yall soon.



Posted at 4:58 PM | 2 comments


Blah.
Packing sucks ass.

Posted at 2:38 PM | 0 comments

Wednesday, March 26


Yoooo.
I'm moving this weekend.
To shinglehouse.
kbye.

Posted at 7:31 PM | 2 comments

Tuesday, March 25


AWH!
rainbowpacifist: i know you do, and i know you know i do, but idk. i just don;t really show it that good like idk idk,
christianw1991: i think you do,. you show me everyday.. you listen to me i listen to you,. we always have fun even if were just laying in my bed all day watchin tv...and your always there for me when i want to diss on the government or make one of them gay ass athiest remarks... i knw you love me really..

Posted at 7:22 PM | 0 comments

Sunday, March 23


Uhhhhhhhhggg!
I hurt everywhere.

Posted at 9:09 AM | 1 comments

Saturday, March 22


Um, ok.
Seems like no one has the time to blog anymore.
But that's cool I guess.

Anyways have you ever listened to a depressing song so many times that it starts to make you happy?
You listen to it so much that the melancholy goes away?
It makes me happy.
Makes me a little more human.

Posted at 5:10 PM | 0 comments

Friday, March 21


Hitler.
I don't care how bad this sounds.
I think Hitler was the shit.
I think he was smart, and he never lied.
When he said he was going to do something he fucking did it.
I think we need someone like Hitler.

Posted at 5:47 PM | 1 comments

Tuesday, March 18


Wow.
Wow is all I can say.
I am so confused like wow you don't even know.
I love him, and I love him.
I love them.

Posted at 4:10 PM | 0 comments

Sunday, March 16


wellll..
I'm going to be moving very soon.
I will live in Shinglehouse, and if you ever want to hangout let me know.
I should be there before the end of this month.
Maybe a little later, I don't really know.
[I'm starting to get addicted to ICP]
<3

Posted at 3:01 PM | 0 comments

Friday, March 14


Okay, whatever.
No one talks to me.
No one looks at me.
No one cares.

So whatever.
Let the good times rolll..
[[ I Wish ]]

Posted at 12:30 PM | 2 comments

Sunday, March 9


I Love You<3
It's
so
nice
when
he
says
it
first.

Posted at 3:23 PM | 0 comments

Saturday, March 8


I'm Not Ok (I Promise)
I hate this stage.
I want videogames.
And popcorn!
AHahahah!!

Posted at 2:24 PM | 0 comments


Werddd.
Is it weird to read something and automatically think it's something bad on your part?
Is it weird to want to be with someone else, even though you know you love your love to death?
Is it weird to want so much less, but so much more?
Is it weird that I am scared of what I could do?...

Posted at 7:52 AM | 0 comments

Friday, March 7


Haha.
Me: i'de wear dirty clothes for the rest of my life if i could be with you everyday. idc.
Him<3: ok, thats pretty nasty and beautiful at the same time
Me: haha ily<3

Posted at 2:16 PM | 0 comments

Thursday, March 6


My Death Wish
On the count of fear of being buried alive, I would like to be buried with a fully charged cellphone that gets service 8ft under.

Thank you.

Posted at 2:09 PM | 1 comments

Tuesday, March 4


haha.
Some dude on yahoo wanted me to show him my boobs.
I was like nope, sick freak.
HAHAHA!

Posted at 4:36 PM | 1 comments

Sunday, March 2


I don't..
I don't think I have felt this shitty in a long time.

I honestly don't think he even cares, but oh well.

I can get through this and so can he.

I will miss him terribly.

I want him near me so fucking much,

but I can't do it.

I have to... I don't even know.

It feels pretty shitty when you have to leave.

Especially when you would do anything to stay.






Ifuckingloveyounomatterwhat

Posted at 3:18 PM | 0 comments

Saturday, March 1


I Post Lyricss<3
Happy March, I'm not preggy, and shit is good but shitty.

All the Lonely People - The Beatles
I look at all the lonely people.
I look at all the lonely people.

Ella Marigby
Picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been;
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window,
Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door.
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Father MacKenzie
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear;
No one comes near.
Look at him working,
Nodding his socks in the night when there's nobody there.
What does he care?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

I look at all the lonely people.
I look at all the lonely people.

Ella Marigby
Died in the church and was buried alone with her name.
Nobody came.
Father MacKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from her grave.
No one was saved.
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?


P.s. talent has no date, the Beatles are the best band ever.

Posted at 5:44 PM | 3 comments