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In LA clase with pimped out timmy by my side. His yellow glow turns me on...
Anyways rach is fatttt & needs to go on weight watchers. hmm jp
she's pretty skin and bones actually.
Soooo had a Geo Test 1st hour and bombed it fo sho soooo now im just in a glass case of emotion.
Drawing pears in Comp. Graphics? I would prefer a cucumber thenn id get excited but #@% whatev!
THIS WKED IS GONNA BE kick.
DEF WILL GET SOME BANG TIME IN.
yeahhh son
im done.
Umm here's a poem I WROTE, and Rach copied?
If you make fun of it I'll stab u in the artery..soo be nice
She stares at the empty bottle
Its' contents scattered throughout her brain
Is she back to this again?
She thought she could control herself from then on,
But she couldn't
Gyrating on the kitchen floor
Around, around in circles.
Someone's carrying her upstairs.
She's vanished in a trance she needs to awake from,
But she couldn't.
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Is playing over and over in her head.
She doesn't need another bottle, another bottle of mistakes,
She tries to process this in her head,
But she couldn't.
She's helpless, almost out of her mind insane.
Out pops another answer to her decision, although she doesn't comprehend.
She's without a doubt on the verge of falling apart.
She screams a piercing wish
No one can hear it; no one wants to be around a drunk.
She's alone, and doesn't have anyone to help her escape,
Out of this black dim gloomy hole,
We call her life.
She's trying to listen to her hearts' last heartbeat,
But she didn't.