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wishing you were here
as much as i don't feel like it i have to write this day up. only because it's the kind of day i always want to remember. blah. not really ( Read more... ) -
this doesn't seem like much of an end
it's finally dawning on me how much i still have to do with this. i have to catch up all the entries up til now. there's not a lot, but enough. i still have find a cardboard box, buy a new purse. i think i'm looking forward to a new purse. i'm thinking black silk. i want to spend some money on it too. heh. i'm going to spend a lot of money ( Read more... ) -
smile like you mean it
i can't tell if i'm cold or not. i don't think i ever can. i'm enjoying my exile. i'm all stretched out. i don't think my thoughts are every where. i'm looking forward to setting up house. as soon as i get the whole car thing settled, or maybe before, i want to buy one of those really big sitting pillows. i want a big squishy second hand ( Read more... ) -
so far untitled
i can't tell you how overwhelmed i feel. isolated and dangerous. brittle and heartworn. i dunno i guess it's the music. i guess it's the fact i haven't actually talked to bonnie in a few days. i get that way for some unknown reason when i don't speak to her. i started writing something the other nite and something else last nite. one was a ( Read more... ) -
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my chicken tenders are limp. -
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i just remembered. i've had this journal for over a year now. -
wow
this is one of the best things i have ever done. a lot of it doesn't make sense, but... oh well. it still is fucking great ( Read more... ) -
this pie tastes like strawberry jam
i'm going on too little sleep and far too many hours at wendy's. i fucking going to explode. i just want a cigarette and to leave, but fuck no mom and dad have to leave with fred. fuck that. i didn't work all day just so i could come home to be your personally babysitter. bonnie didn't even answer her fucking phone. god damn it. i didn't ( Read more... ) -
what i wrote down
i'm indirectly kissing you
when my lips touch a cigarette
where once your lips may have been
in this dark they call a night
in this time they call a summer
and in this place they call a hell
written before: -execess is not rebelion-
written then: -cake
every living thing dies alone -donnie darko -
some quotes
"if life's a joke, i don't get it."
"mild sex is sex without the sexuality."
"art is a religion without hope."
"we are out of time."