i am the fucking man, i have proof of this, though its in my pants and you will have to pay m vast some of cash for me to reveal this eveidence to you.

have taken up residence on my puppets couch. bouncing about leaves me feeling like an undetonated bomb. i need to blow up.

she hates how i have been acting, my puppet. says its a sign of weakness. i'll shw her weakness.

does my behaviour seem strange to you?

if so, to bad, i'm enjoying this.

i came to a realization yesterday. most of my problems with relaitionships stem from drug use. i have a big secret. even when i said i wasn't i was still high. i had been eating painkillers like they were going out of fashion, when i eat painkillers, i have a tendency to get a little (alot) abrasive and i tend to argue. if i hurt you i'm sorry ( Read more... )

stupid fucks, what did you think i was dead, curled up in a ball and licking my wounds, waiting for a chance to cling to something and pour my heart out to the next broad that shoots a glance my way? did you forget who i am? well you were all learning i was out destroying, causing pain, breaking hearts and pumping myself full things that no one ( Read more... )

for those of you fucks who are still paying attention, i'm supposed to get the back of my calf done this saturday, a four hundred dollar peice, but its fucking worth it. i get my neddles, steel and clamps on wedensday, so the unwary best keep moving lest they wind up with holes in their bodies ( Read more... )

remember, being friends means going to great lengths to avoid contact with the other person. and just so you know, i'm in one of those places where everything is all red and burning, like hell only much more annoying ( Read more... )

i haven't seen her in a while, i miss her sometimes, but only in those strange ways a person comes to miss things. i just hate that we haven't talked since we split up. what happened to being friends?

i still wish i got to see her this weekend. oh well there is alwasy next time.

i can feel her head resting on my chest. i run my fingrers through her hair, twisting and curling it around my fingers. i can smell artificial roses on the air, it has to be her hair. i can't help but smile. gently kissing the top of her head, i hug her lightly and attempt to get away. i will admit, it was a half hearted attempt at best but one ( Read more... )

FUCK