hey, live journal, go fuck yourself
PEACE
i'm out

dan...
feel...
like...
crap...
i havent been sick in a long ass time, and i realize now that i didnt miss it
hahaha

I think this poem comes about as close as poems can come to expressing how i feel about you, baby ( Read more... )

what do you do when it seems like there nothing you can do to make anything better
i dont know
i feel like clawing upward, but there is no help up there
so i'll fall until i'm caught or i get the chance to crawl back up again
...

dont hate me cuz i'm uglifull

if you wear your fuckin crutch like a crown i will tear your life into pieces,
you worthless sack of shit, just die for the sake of lowering the worthless organism quota
there's already enough people like you ,and nobody will miss your pathetic weakling ass anyway
just die
just die
just burn in hell forever

I once knew a negroe woman, too sensible of her woes, who pined for a considerable time, and was taken ill of a fever and dysnetery; when declaring it to be her dtermination to die, she refused all food and medical aid, and , in about a fortnight after, expired. On being thrown overboard, her body was instantly torn to pieces by the sharks.

it's okay, dont worry
i'm just every person you've ever met rolled into one
and that's why i dont have feelings
so dont worry about me
cuz i'll be fine on my own

dinosaurs are koooool


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