officially unofficial, i despise her.
dear livejournal,
what the fuck is a myspace? how the hell did i end up here? why the hell did you end up there? i made a big decision, and because of it, i live my life in fear and paranoia. talk about tough luck, talk about a good fuck. sometimes i wonder what my handprints would look like on that throat. and if that doesn't work, i will figure something out. i'm semi-intelligent, or so i'd like to believe. maybe that's not intelligence, maybe.. just maybe. either way, you fucked yourself on vacation. (heh!) blah blah, yeah yeah, you all know me so well, and love to hear my stories. but i remember, it's what i'm best at. well, somethings i remember, a lot of things i actually don't. wouldn't care to hear you breathe, wouldn't mind throwing stones. oh well, that closet was begging for more bones.
things are different, now. thanks
i don't want to hear you cry, i'm not going to fight. because well, i don't care. just like you.
tonight is friday night.
i am going to get fucked up.
love,
nicholas d.
what the fuck is a myspace? how the hell did i end up here? why the hell did you end up there? i made a big decision, and because of it, i live my life in fear and paranoia. talk about tough luck, talk about a good fuck. sometimes i wonder what my handprints would look like on that throat. and if that doesn't work, i will figure something out. i'm semi-intelligent, or so i'd like to believe. maybe that's not intelligence, maybe.. just maybe. either way, you fucked yourself on vacation. (heh!) blah blah, yeah yeah, you all know me so well, and love to hear my stories. but i remember, it's what i'm best at. well, somethings i remember, a lot of things i actually don't. wouldn't care to hear you breathe, wouldn't mind throwing stones. oh well, that closet was begging for more bones.
things are different, now. thanks
i don't want to hear you cry, i'm not going to fight. because well, i don't care. just like you.
tonight is friday night.
i am going to get fucked up.
love,
nicholas d.