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Time for change
I have long since decided that it was about time for a new name for myself. I am a greatly different person than I was when I made this livejournal so many years ago, and although I know that this may not matter to many people, it matters to me.
I was never one of those people with the skill for internet stardom. Tumblr celebrities. Myspace famous ( Read more... ) -
in an attempt to be more eloquent
its days like this that i somewhat wish that i still had my blackberry. at least i was able to write notes on it. probably about the only good thing that phone was for ( Read more... ) -
Write Moore?
I find it so humorous that my mom knows about the things that I do. She always gets so uncomforable whenever I mention something that she doesn’t like.
“Mom, why don’t I have enough money for drugs? Life is unfair that way.”
“Mom, where did I hide my bag of condoms? Are they in your bathroom?”
“Mom, my nipples itch. These damn peircings…”
And I’ ( Read more... ) -
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im quiet because i have everything to say and no real way to say it.
i don't open up to you because my door is barricaded by all the secrets locked inside.
you dont know anything about me because there is so much to know i just can't tell it.
i have everything in the world to say but no one to confide. -
I'm a slut.
I guess I'm okay with that. It's not like someones parent hasn't accused me of being one before ( Read more... ) -
No. No. No.
Marquis.
DON'T READ THE JOURNAL! DON'T READ THE JOURNAL! DON'T READ THE JOURNAL!
OH, MY GOD, DON'T READ THE JOURNAL!!!!!
GAH!
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There is only so much happiness that I am allowed at any given time
It's kind of like cell phone minutes.
You pay for 1200 minutes a month, use them up and you get no more minutes for the rest of the month.
I ran out of minutes so hard today.
