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I just started to read the old archives for diaries and suggests in case that I came here with no idea of what to say. My persona of internet is not played wisely, but I do what I do trying to sound almost serious. Do not disappoint me telling that I'm not reaching that goal, please.
Bleh, Kitty, can't you just answer the LJ question? What a proud ass.
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It's not that I can't. It's just that everyone do it when they seems to have nothing to say. SOMEDAY I WILL RULE THE WORLD, SO I MUST BEING DIFFERENT!!!
And what is up with your personal life, Lena? It's been a while since last time you wanked full of butthurtness in that matter.
Oh, butthurtness is not the word, really, Niza.
Should I write about the girls who abandoned me, the ones of my family even may be labeled there as well, inet crushes I had/have or the ones in College, that cannot care me less?
All I've ever known are pill freaks, alcoholics,
whores, ex-prostitutes, madwomen.
when one leaves
another arrives
worse than her predecessor.
"don't ever bring a whore around," I tell my
few friends, "I'll fall in love with her."
I need a good woman
more than I need this typewriter.
I know that she exists
but where is she upon this earth
as the whores keep finding me?
Charles Bukowski.
Bleh, Kitty, can't you just answer the LJ question? What a proud ass.
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...
...
It's not that I can't. It's just that everyone do it when they seems to have nothing to say. SOMEDAY I WILL RULE THE WORLD, SO I MUST BEING DIFFERENT!!!
And what is up with your personal life, Lena? It's been a while since last time you wanked full of butthurtness in that matter.
Oh, butthurtness is not the word, really, Niza.
Should I write about the girls who abandoned me, the ones of my family even may be labeled there as well, inet crushes I had/have or the ones in College, that cannot care me less?
All I've ever known are pill freaks, alcoholics,
whores, ex-prostitutes, madwomen.
when one leaves
another arrives
worse than her predecessor.
"don't ever bring a whore around," I tell my
few friends, "I'll fall in love with her."
I need a good woman
more than I need this typewriter.
I know that she exists
but where is she upon this earth
as the whores keep finding me?
Charles Bukowski.