So, I obviously don't really use this journal anymore to blog (hence why I have 0 friends added, whats the point?). I've kept it undeleted to browse communities and I'm really only making this entry so I quit getting declined because I'm not an "active journalist". :D

All in all: life is the same.

I wonder how many of your friends would still love, appreciate and accept you if they knew how much shit you talked about them behind their back?

My suggestion: Think before you open your fat mouth. Being two-faced is not appealing.

It will be as if I'd never existed. The words ran through my head, lacking the perfect clarity of my hallucination last night. They were just words, soundless, like print on a page. Just words, but they ripped the hole wide open, and I stomped on the brake, knowing I should not drive while this incapacitated.

I curled over, pressing my face ( Read more... )

The only thing you've ever given me was disappointment.

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