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[Apr. 23rd, 2009|05:43 pm] |
damnit. 3 votes for each shoe.
i like that one word, two pictures gets more response than like a page and a half of me writing. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2009|12:49 am] |
so that kind of non-date, new friend hang out tonight?...
COULDN'T HAVE GONE WORSE. FUCK THIS.
i knew i shouldn't have bothered or tried to be optimistic. |
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[Dec. 20th, 2008|11:34 am] |
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without trying i've been making enemies all over online. i just found out a friend of mine on here banned me. a friend on a different site deleted me and took me out of her phone. and i've gotten into a few back and forth angry messages with people all over the place. what's going on? |
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| chewing gum. |
[Dec. 17th, 2008|11:58 pm] |
Don't go teary eyes golden
I deserve it
This time I drown in the sea
Don't go carry my burdens
Dreams I've once dreamt
They'll see I'm all strung out
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[Dec. 16th, 2008|01:32 pm] |
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my last entry was kind of juvenile. i'm sorry. |
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[Nov. 7th, 2008|02:09 am] |
GOD DAMN IT!!!
WHAT THE FUCK??
This week is really starting to suck.
Why do I even try to talk to some people. |
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[Apr. 30th, 2008|11:32 am] |
it's going to be a bad day.
fuck today. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|06:32 am] |
i'm going to retire this journal and not do any more entries.
it sucks when your online friends suck as much as your real friends; i can't count on any of you.
i feel like i do a good job of leaving people comments and i'd be lying if i said getting nothing in return is ok. it's not supposed to work that way, and this is not a one way street.
i will probably stick around to leave a comment once in awhile but i don't think it's fair to keep leaving nice things for you but you can't even say hello when i'm feeling down or post a picture. fuck that. |
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[Nov. 28th, 2007|12:19 am] |
dear journal,
my therapist called on monday to cancel our appointment.
then today i was called and told i have to transfer to a yet-to-be-named doctor.
which means i have to explain my problems to a whole new fucking person.
which means more people will find out that i'm a judgemental cheater and that i suck as a person.
fuck everything that is going on in my life. i never want to find a job. or meet new people. or get out of my pajamas. it's hard to find a reason to want to keep going. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2007|01:40 am] |
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i can't seem to do anything right |
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[Aug. 31st, 2007|07:33 pm] |
i think by the end of tonight i'm deleting this or getting rid of all my entries.
i don't ask a lot from you guys. fuck you, i'm having a hard time.
i reply to each and every one of you and not one person can say something along the lines of "sorry everything sucks" that takes literally four seconds.
I'm glad you want me around only so i can verify your existence and be a good friend to you. thanks a whole lot for not even paying attention to me the very little that i need. there's three exceptions but the rest of you should fuck off! |
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[Aug. 27th, 2007|04:18 pm] |
and i dream
to heal your wounds
but I bleed myself
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| I want to get rid of the internet |
[Jun. 20th, 2007|01:02 am] |
i am getting so sick of dealing with people who are rude, disrespectful, or just generally don't give a fuck about other people.
I have been on it way too often and i don't really look at that much stuff. being on here makes me feel more lonely like i need more real friends. or at least friends that don't suck.
i only talk to a few people but usually i end up getting upset because of their shitty attitudes or their stupid ideas. reading people's posts on this and this other site is stupid.
i should just get rid of this stupid journal and go out and live my life. my youth is beginning to fade. that makes me more sad than anything else in the world.
it makes me tired.
i'm sick of fighting with everyone, anyone.
just give me cds and let me disappear from the world wide web. |
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[Mar. 22nd, 2007|10:37 pm] |
you have to check out this article about the family that held a 19 year old girl captive for months as a slave. they beat the shit out of her all the time and forced her to do work around the house.
of course all of this is unbelievably horrible and i feel sorry for her.
the good news: the psychos that did this are always absolutely fucking nuts and this was the mother's excuse to explain the bruises that covered every inch of her body not to mention the concussion.
"Cynthia Pollard acknowledged that Nicely was forced to stand in a corner but told investigators that Nicely is covered with bruises because she falls while delivering newspapers. She also said the family had "numerous physical confrontations with Ms. Nicely but that it was always in self-defense," according to the police affidavit.
"She's a liar," Cynthia Pollard told television reporters after her arraignment Tuesday."
self defense? FALLS WHILE DELIVERING NEWSPAPERS?!?!?!?! are you FUCKING retarded???!! no one could fall that hard, that often off a bike or walking to deliver newspapers, and if she was driving a car then it isnt possible that she would fall. that is just the dumbest, most horse-shit excuse. that's more dumb than the old stereotype of claiming that abuse victims just fell down the stairs. |
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[Nov. 4th, 2006|12:35 pm] |
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i woke up crazy horny this morning and fantasizing about people whom i don't even find remotely attractive. i remember wanting to masturbate in my dreams but people kept interrupting me. is it weird to fantasize about people i don't really want to be intimate with? am i setting my standards too low because i don't think anyone would want me? is that a possibility? i don't know because now that i'm awake, i don't feel that's the case. well whatever, i'm off to take care of business ;) |
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[Jul. 14th, 2006|10:46 am] |
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if you haven't done it yet, go buy the newest mojave 3 record |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 21st, 2006|01:37 pm] |
i kind of want to give up my journal. the end.
p.s. i probably won't |
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