VENTrilliquism
for the record:
you ARE a SLUT
you ARE NOT moving here
and THE FAMOUS PERSON YOURE NAME DROPPING? i know him, he barely even lives here, and you wish. period.
highschool was so fun, i miss the mentality, it still hasnt gone away.
youre a dumb whore, and he is mr. rebound, and you cant be divorced if you were never married.
fuck you interent.
you ruin my midnight drunnken coked up highs.
fuck you communication, write me snail mail, then i can set it on fire.
I went to a party with my heroooo, i love NYC you ovverrated piece of 2'4" sheet metal.
i want to make a dent in your face.
i want to make a big ass dent for your slutty ass face.
a dent big enough so that boys can stick their dicks in AND FUCK. for those times your mouth gets tired.
woooo animosity.
over it.
so basically, esther greenwood is no joke. that bitch was crazy and i relate, scare eeeei.
im basically a total cliche at the moment, thank fucking god im still 18. at least when im sitting in a cab with 6 other people and im the absolute youngest one... i feel a little better.
what in the world am i doing? im not a heiress, WHO AM I KIDDING.
someone should have sent me to kansas so that i could carry out my end-of-teenage-hood-depression for half the price. This feels like a mid-life crisis. im so my-so-called-life. except jared letto isnt jared letto hes ugly and old and gross and i hate my life.
i honestly, dead truth, wake up EVERY morning and wish i wasnt... awake. like turning over and ignoring the alarm is heaven, and not because im tired, but the thought of sunlight and seeing a breathing humans face makes me cringe. i would rather be dead then wake up tomorrow and have to decide how i will spend my day, and the major conflict ISSSSS
how not to make myself feel guilty for sitting on myspace and staring loathingly at the screen. the guilt of either lifestyle, staying in bed or spending it on the computer makes me reallyreallyreally wish i was dead.
guilt, wow this emotion DOES ACTUALLY EXIST. i feel no guilt when i do your boyfriend, or when i steal, or when i speak rudely about your fat ass thighs. but i do feel guilt about my entire existence.
poor family. poor life. poor those who are counting on me.
i wasnt always this way, i did have personality, i did believe in such a thing as potential, i had a wild word called faith.
now. now, getting married to a plumber seems almost too good to be true.
true love? i fantasize about this. this is pathetic. i wanted a life. a self sufficient one, one where i was someone due to my somethings. now i want nothing.
im SO FUCKING GOOD AT THIS. why isnt it a career? ????
you ARE a SLUT
you ARE NOT moving here
and THE FAMOUS PERSON YOURE NAME DROPPING? i know him, he barely even lives here, and you wish. period.
highschool was so fun, i miss the mentality, it still hasnt gone away.
youre a dumb whore, and he is mr. rebound, and you cant be divorced if you were never married.
fuck you interent.
you ruin my midnight drunnken coked up highs.
fuck you communication, write me snail mail, then i can set it on fire.
I went to a party with my heroooo, i love NYC you ovverrated piece of 2'4" sheet metal.
i want to make a dent in your face.
i want to make a big ass dent for your slutty ass face.
a dent big enough so that boys can stick their dicks in AND FUCK. for those times your mouth gets tired.
woooo animosity.
over it.
so basically, esther greenwood is no joke. that bitch was crazy and i relate, scare eeeei.
im basically a total cliche at the moment, thank fucking god im still 18. at least when im sitting in a cab with 6 other people and im the absolute youngest one... i feel a little better.
what in the world am i doing? im not a heiress, WHO AM I KIDDING.
someone should have sent me to kansas so that i could carry out my end-of-teenage-hood-depression for half the price. This feels like a mid-life crisis. im so my-so-called-life. except jared letto isnt jared letto hes ugly and old and gross and i hate my life.
i honestly, dead truth, wake up EVERY morning and wish i wasnt... awake. like turning over and ignoring the alarm is heaven, and not because im tired, but the thought of sunlight and seeing a breathing humans face makes me cringe. i would rather be dead then wake up tomorrow and have to decide how i will spend my day, and the major conflict ISSSSS
how not to make myself feel guilty for sitting on myspace and staring loathingly at the screen. the guilt of either lifestyle, staying in bed or spending it on the computer makes me reallyreallyreally wish i was dead.
guilt, wow this emotion DOES ACTUALLY EXIST. i feel no guilt when i do your boyfriend, or when i steal, or when i speak rudely about your fat ass thighs. but i do feel guilt about my entire existence.
poor family. poor life. poor those who are counting on me.
i wasnt always this way, i did have personality, i did believe in such a thing as potential, i had a wild word called faith.
now. now, getting married to a plumber seems almost too good to be true.
true love? i fantasize about this. this is pathetic. i wanted a life. a self sufficient one, one where i was someone due to my somethings. now i want nothing.
im SO FUCKING GOOD AT THIS. why isnt it a career? ????