i foudn out my dad had a myspace like a year or less ago.. and like the past few months my mom has been curious in knowing who this one girl is on his fucking myspace!! and he claims shes just from work, like a couple of the rest of them, but my mom delved deeper into it and basically got suspicious cos of business trips and weird things were ( Read more... )

Things are really turning out to be.. the utmost strain on what I can handle. I agree in that these situations are almost completely some fault of mine, but I want to write down everything to remember how low I feel ( Read more... )

"we're enemies and i hate your enemies and i hate you. we're one and the same and i hate you because we're one and the same."
Maybe one of you out there can offer an explanation, or at least a thoughtful opinion, but I can't seem to figure out WHY I'm always the girl guys claim to fall for, and say they I'm their "it" girl.. but it's always "If I ( Read more... )

I remember laying uncomfortably on an inflated mattress. I imagined shimmering rays of sunlight gently peaking through the holes in the blinds, illuminating the subtle colors of my bedroom. Gently plucked guitar strings carried my thoughts towards pastel fields of contentment. Meanwhile, in reality, my heart raced under the strain of a cramped ( Read more... )

This week has made me feel more and more like I'm on something similar to Isaak Brock's Karma Payment Plan.

So far, the following events have pierced through the cloud of fucking chronic that seems to consume my afternoons and quality adventures on most days (most days are good days):

1) My rat Nina has developed what I thought to be Ovarian cancer ( Read more... )

so i'm going to keep a real diary. i figure it'll be a lot easier tha this- where as when i'm online, i'm distracted by a number fo tings. i propose to take a real old, archaic looking book and taping paper over the text or pictures and using that as a diary. it'll appear to be extremely mysterious and maybe even a bit cryptic but inside will just ( Read more... )

back in the 60's hippies thought they were going to change the world and they used a lot of drugs because they thought an altered state of conciousness would actually help them to acheive their goals. Nowdays, the recklesness and freedom of being a hippie has stayed, but everyone has fogotten the ideals that they stood for, and its just sort of an ( Read more... )

friends only.


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