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i'm writing a book, called "why we don't have friends". here is the first chapter: late november ( Read more... )

go fucking do something , sunkyu,
you are a lying cheating bastard who downgraded from an amazing girl.
i wish you weren't an asshole.
i pray you realize what you've done.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SUNKS!
I love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much!
happy birthday honey!

i wish you'd take a break from everyone, from everything.
she's a really sweet girl ( Read more... )

yuck. it's 1:36 on my birth-day and all i keep imagining is vodka and smokes floating past my body. earlier i swear i could feel the vodka from last night, and then just now i thought there was a clove down my throat. i've never felt so sick from this stuff. todays my birthday, but i'm not sure what i'm supposed to do.

i've been trying to patch up my room so i can just hide away in it all the while i'm there ( Read more... )

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it does us no good. because, just as you may least expect it, the person (preferably) will most likely behave rather improbably, and will be as punctual as you may not expect, yet, at the same time, be most un punctual at times you would hope you could expect. which, in turn, will cause that unsettling feeling of disappointment. rather, perhaps, ( Read more... )