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help.

apparently work doesnt care what colour i dye my hair
so.

punk as fuck

please please please

you know.

where are you.

and i cant stop listening to ayu remixes
gas panic! why wont you dance with me there.

[bad grammar]

the other day, my mother asked me if i was happy ( Read more... )

hurt feelings are hurt.

nobody understands this urge that i have

to just gulp a gallon of vodka and cut them off myself.

i want to be like issei ishida's character in that movie.
i do remember his name.

this is me and all of this is

me

shit i dont say:

i wish i could be who i think i am.

there was more to this but it actually doesnt help to really tell you.

i wrote the below 6 years ago in february. im posting it here--well, for i dont know why. maybe because the people that read it 6 years ago arent my friends anymore. and the friends i have now didnt know me when i wrote it. or something.

whatever, it is important. here you go.: maybe ill try and explain ( Read more... )

i am a burden
and i try to do what i think is normal and it is not
and i get chastized or whatever
and half the time i know i am just making up these reactions

you know what i want for my birthday?
to feel known.

today i went to the bathroom to check on my nipple ring because it was in white hot excruciating pain ( Read more... )

im completely isolated.
i want to talk, but i feel like nobody gives a crap about what i want to talk about anyways.
mostly because nobody asks how im doing.

whaaambulance.

whatever.
i just havent felt this cut off before.

ive had a migraine every other day. i have one today. i just want to sleep all weekend long.

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