I hate men who cat call at me

Apr 27, 2004 17:04

I'm happy. Just annoyed at the same time.

Whatever, some tings are more important then me. Just means thisgs are going to be alittle harder to deal with.

I walked home, exactly 47 minutes. It was nice, warm, if painfull

I can't stop thinking about wanting to do drugs. Coffee is close enough, thank god. I dont notice or feel anythign while in school anymore.

Numbness is a blessing.

I am so full of life these days. I dont really understand how or why. It burns in me. It makes me want to hug something so hard that it shatters. The anger is better then the apathy. I need to get away, I need beaches, and I need a place to go where I can simply drink until it burns. I think I have seperation desperation.

I am a living breathing convoluted lie painted to be truth.

I wear dirty clothes alot now, I can't be bothered to do laundry.

i jsut dont care anymore.

See, I'm a paradox.

Dont bother caring
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