Im allergic to writing and any communication on my part through my own journal. Unless its through songs...and pictures...which is just about all myspace has going for it.

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so check it out, or dont. Whatever flips your cookies.

I had christmas shopping to do but im sick again and leaving my bedroom sucks. Id make a terrible santa, you are all getting a pat on the back for christmas.

My fingers are cramped. My hands are black. My head is hurting. My blue book is filled. My car is full of papers and random notes on loose leaf. My music is loud. Im putting together my new skate. I have a brownie in my mouth.

Fuck yeah, finals are over and life is good...kinda.

Ireland. Lets go.

Alright, this journal needs a facelift.

But ill do it later, i have philosophy to study.

Oh fuck, another nose bleed. Its enough blood to scare the hell out of me and it doesnt stop. Tilting my head back feels like im drinking shot glasses full of stagnate water. I have no choice but to gag or lean over the sink and spurt blood like a fountain. Wrapping my face in a shirt works for a little until it gets too soaked to breath through. ( Read more... )

If i ever get a house of my own first thing im gonna do is take a bath with all my clothes on.

Hi, im Kory and i barely use this journal. I'll start again sometime i swear.

Sunscreen failed me.

The sky is awesome tonight.