why do they put whipped cream on top of ice cream ( Read more... )

im so lucky. i wish i could communicate better. it all sounds so clear in my head but it never comes out of there the way it should.

how come the only people who really want to be friends with me are the ones i have to talk out of suicide every single day? the ones that cut and slit themselves and then send me pictures on the internet and want me to feel sorry for them...then tell me that they love me. its creepy and im so fucking fed up. if they want to kill themselves im tired ( Read more... )

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i havent worked all weekend. i thought it would be a good break, even though im not doing anything i wanted to anyway. but a break from work is ideally always a good thing. but not for me. my weekend sucked and i dont have anything to show for it except im 8 bucks short for a pizza and a drink and i only ate half the pizza. i didnt even get drunk ( Read more... )

im wide awake. im not so sure about the day. i love how i still get nervous when i see him. every single time. like a great wave rush of excitement. like my heart boarded a rocket without my permission. and in his bad days it comes right back down, without my permission, and seems to keep company in the same mood. i tell him, ice cream is the ( Read more... )

i always wonder why the same people who tell me to look at the bright side when im down, cant seem to follow their own advice. they say not to think so much, but cant stop themselves. seems hypocritical to me ( Read more... )

another shitty day. at least i got my shift covered. i think ill just try sleeping and telling everyone else that i dont wanna hang out because im tired just like everyone else always says. yeah. sounds nice. if i get the bank job, for sure im quitting ihop. they sh ould have called me back today though. icalled twice. last night scott said im just ( Read more... )

so im not going to write something thoutful right now ( Read more... )

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