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What were you doing?
1 MINUTE AGO: i was running to the fone to answer because i told munsen to call before 8... it was 7:58... he cuts it close
1 HOUR AGO: i was getting stoned in my comfy little basement, being sad about all the strange ongoings lately, and wishing for a few people of the past.
1 DAY AGO: i was rolling up to the movie theatre to see adam sandler's the longest yard which, by the way FUCKIING ROXXX!! ahh such a funny movie, and to think Mr. Anthony carried 800 lbs of cement [yes eight hundred, huit de cent] over 40 feet in about 20 minutes.. ten eighty pound bags.. such dedication these boys have. especially anthony.. i love my bunny... hes nuts.
1 WEEK AGO: hmm.. this is hard.. definately smoking pot.. wait a week ago i was... i had had anthony over that day i think and we went to annas and then.. that night.. five hours from now.. there was scary scary drama.
1 YEAR AGO: it was the end of ninth grade. tiffy had just left us.. : [ and anna and shane were just starting to date. shane live withe me at the time.. and anthony was here.. home. he had his gorgeous Z24 and we had such good and bad times. ryan was over on fordam and life seemed so much better than ever. we went to ponemah bog, and were always hopping around out n about. i miss u.
I HURT: Everyone that attempts to love or care for me, and all those who i have ever come to hate.
I LOVE: Smoking marbs, anthony's skin and heart and eggs, getting stoned, chevy's, racing, Danica Patrick, pussy, the open road, and chasing the sunset.
I HATE: those who think they know me, those who judge, anthony, crazy love, mostly myself
I FEAR: nothing. i say it true... not death, pain, love, nor boys. not drugs, killing, speed, or the wild. hmm.. perhaps only the thought of immortality. one addition: the thought of anthony soon leaving me here.
I HOPE: [ hope - to wish for something withe expectation of its fulfillment ] i hope for that pearly-magenta caprice classic, i hope for oily hands, i hope for the open road, i hope to run and run and run.
I FEEL: full of cocacola and empty on life.. i feel like dying, and so overtired yet i sleep all the time, i feel like dying and not dealiong anymore. ive gotta deal.. who would look after silly boys like anthony and spencer and munsen.. someones gotta ask about em.
I HIDE: more than you could ever know, guess or want to know.
I DRIVE: a dream '79 chevy caprice classic magenta pearl... that wil soon be coming true.
I MISS: anthony already.. storie - boy of hopp for a while, and munsen enough.
I LEARNED: to want to die.. to stop crying.. that makeup can no longer make me feel better.. that im ugly.. that they all really do hate me.. that i can spontaneously cut my hair.. that love is never worth it.. and spite is the best path withe boys..
I NEED: to get out.. get some of the old crews back.. run off.. grow my hair.. die by age 36.. make a last public appearance on my 36th birthday.
I THINK: about addiction and death abortion and smiling queenes and funerals.. and exactly who i want to carry my casket.. infact ive asked all six of them. how my nails are longer and sharper than ever and how to escape.. i think of clothes and designing and money and being without anthony;s protection. and being a lonely girl in a hateful city...
♥♥♥♥♥ i miss youuu ♥♥♥♥♥
tiffy i love u much
1 MINUTE AGO: i was running to the fone to answer because i told munsen to call before 8... it was 7:58... he cuts it close
1 HOUR AGO: i was getting stoned in my comfy little basement, being sad about all the strange ongoings lately, and wishing for a few people of the past.
1 DAY AGO: i was rolling up to the movie theatre to see adam sandler's the longest yard which, by the way FUCKIING ROXXX!! ahh such a funny movie, and to think Mr. Anthony carried 800 lbs of cement [yes eight hundred, huit de cent] over 40 feet in about 20 minutes.. ten eighty pound bags.. such dedication these boys have. especially anthony.. i love my bunny... hes nuts.
1 WEEK AGO: hmm.. this is hard.. definately smoking pot.. wait a week ago i was... i had had anthony over that day i think and we went to annas and then.. that night.. five hours from now.. there was scary scary drama.
1 YEAR AGO: it was the end of ninth grade. tiffy had just left us.. : [ and anna and shane were just starting to date. shane live withe me at the time.. and anthony was here.. home. he had his gorgeous Z24 and we had such good and bad times. ryan was over on fordam and life seemed so much better than ever. we went to ponemah bog, and were always hopping around out n about. i miss u.
I HURT: Everyone that attempts to love or care for me, and all those who i have ever come to hate.
I LOVE: Smoking marbs, anthony's skin and heart and eggs, getting stoned, chevy's, racing, Danica Patrick, pussy, the open road, and chasing the sunset.
I HATE: those who think they know me, those who judge, anthony, crazy love, mostly myself
I FEAR: nothing. i say it true... not death, pain, love, nor boys. not drugs, killing, speed, or the wild. hmm.. perhaps only the thought of immortality. one addition: the thought of anthony soon leaving me here.
I HOPE: [ hope - to wish for something withe expectation of its fulfillment ] i hope for that pearly-magenta caprice classic, i hope for oily hands, i hope for the open road, i hope to run and run and run.
I FEEL: full of cocacola and empty on life.. i feel like dying, and so overtired yet i sleep all the time, i feel like dying and not dealiong anymore. ive gotta deal.. who would look after silly boys like anthony and spencer and munsen.. someones gotta ask about em.
I HIDE: more than you could ever know, guess or want to know.
I DRIVE: a dream '79 chevy caprice classic magenta pearl... that wil soon be coming true.
I MISS: anthony already.. storie - boy of hopp for a while, and munsen enough.
I LEARNED: to want to die.. to stop crying.. that makeup can no longer make me feel better.. that im ugly.. that they all really do hate me.. that i can spontaneously cut my hair.. that love is never worth it.. and spite is the best path withe boys..
I NEED: to get out.. get some of the old crews back.. run off.. grow my hair.. die by age 36.. make a last public appearance on my 36th birthday.
I THINK: about addiction and death abortion and smiling queenes and funerals.. and exactly who i want to carry my casket.. infact ive asked all six of them. how my nails are longer and sharper than ever and how to escape.. i think of clothes and designing and money and being without anthony;s protection. and being a lonely girl in a hateful city...
♥♥♥♥♥ i miss youuu ♥♥♥♥♥
tiffy i love u much