I look through my old LJ entries, and I can't help but laugh. I was such a stupid kid. My first post, I was so in lust. No, not love, lust. I've come to realize that at the time I didn't really love Sarah. I thought I did, but I didn't love her the way I thought I did. No, no. I really really wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her so bad, ( Read more... )

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You know what I mean? That friend, who every time he gets a little irritated over some retarded crap will hurl the biggest insult he can find to demean you an bring you to his level? Those friends are so great. See, I have Metabolic Syndrome. And I snore. A side effect of Metabolic Syndrome is a skin rash, which I cannot get rid of, that increases ( Read more... )

I am so God Damn sick and tired of people who can't fucking cope. Sorry Lord. So, I enter my character, in a gag fight no less, and what happens? Someone talks some shit. And when I make a three paragraph post to burn his -hat-, he keeps everyone from posting so that he can tell me he won't go on until I bend to his "options". So after a heated ( Read more... )

It's an odd feeling. Giving up that is. I've never given up in my life, and yet, I sit here, finally giving up -on- my life. It's not so much as a releif of pain, but it's like taking morphine. It doesn't stop the hurting, it just deadens your ability to feel it. I can still -feel- the pain, but it doesn't hurt anymore. Everything I ever did. ( Read more... )

1. Comment and I'll pick one of your LJ interests and draw you a picture;
2. Using the mighty MS Paint.
3. You have no say in what I draw for you!
4. Put this in your journal. And the pic someone drew for you.


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