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Fuck you with your logic.
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[May 31st, 2006 / 5:47pm] |
I've decided that I'm done with writing in here. It causes far too much trouble.
Instead, just expect comments & shit. Caring about your life won't get me into trouble.
Spying disgusts me.
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[December 20th, 2005 / 11:30pm] |
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"I wish you could put your ear up to my heart and hear how much I love you."
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[December 6th, 2005 / 5:31pm] |
You're not you, you're not you anymore.
That is the definition of what I am. It's sad.
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[December 5th, 2005 / 2:48am] |
Guess who hates drama more than anything? You guessed right.
I never wanted this. I shut my mouth. I didn't provoke her. I even defended her. I said she was gorgeous. I respect(ed) her. I just wish she knew that.
& him? Well, he's.. I don't even want to discuss it.
I am sick. I wish I could be done with this scene. Literally.
EVERYONE KNOWS EVERYONE & EVERYTHING. EVERYONE FUCKS WITH EVERYONE. EVERYONE HOOKS UP WITH EVERYONE. EVERYONE FUCKS EVERYONE. EVERYONE DATES EVERYONE. EVERYONE FINDS OUT ABOUT IT. EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT IT. WE'RE ALL CONNECTED & WE ALL HIDE THINGS & TALK SHIT & HONESTLY, I HAVE NEVER, EVER BEEN SO MORE FED UP WITH ANYTHING IN MY SHORT LIFE.
I want this all to be done. Finished. I know it won't be, though, because I know women. Jesus fucking Christ.
Let it be over.
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[December 4th, 2005 / 2:34pm] |
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[November 26th, 2005 / 6:28pm] |
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I ♥ Belleville!
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[November 25th, 2005 / 10:52am] |
"You get me out of the rain, you get me out of my clothes. You hope I don't make a sound, you hope that nobody knows."
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[November 24th, 2005 / 9:16pm] |
I should definitely stop liking him & missing him, but eh.. where's the satisfaction in that?
This cannot be helped. Bloody hell.
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[November 20th, 2005 / 5:41am] |
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ANYONE WILL DO TONIGHT, ANYONE WILL DO TONIGHT!
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[November 16th, 2005 / 5:44pm] |
You can just call me Meredith "BACTERIAL INFECTION" Miklasz. Misery.
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[November 15th, 2005 / 3:12pm] |
I might have mono. Fucking great.
I don't think life could get worse. I'm waiting for my house to burn down or someone to die.
Hope it's me!
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[November 14th, 2005 / 3:45am] |
Who the fuck am I kidding? No one.
I won't rest until I forget about it, I won't rest until I don't care, I won't rest until I forget about it, I won't rest until I don't care, la la la la la la la la la..
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[November 12th, 2005 / 12:08am] |
I'm so, so tired of people talking shit. It's not even funny.
I swear, the only solution to this problem is to, like.. stop having a social life. Everything I do is reported & passed around.
I'm sick of it. If I respect your privacy, respect mine. THANKS.
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[November 6th, 2005 / 9:39am] |
jkljghdfuihgudfgyhdkfgjsdfjghjssklhjsklhy73584
AMAZING!
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[November 3rd, 2005 / 11:18pm] |
Basically, I've become a starving African child. I don't eat. I'm losing weight. It's.. fine?
Right now, however, I am hungry. It's easy to resist. It's easy to lie & say that, also.
I just think to myself "He likes skinny girls", but then feel quite pathetic afterwards. Fuck English projects.
The Jealous Sound makes me feel delightful, so does the thought of seeing Marcus on Saturday, alone, for more than two hours, with no music playing in the background. Just zombie movies.
To fall in love, you get to fuck So who's the whore? Who's the whore?
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[November 3rd, 2005 / 3:33am] |
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For a minute there, I lost myself.. I lost myself.. I lost myself.
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[November 1st, 2005 / 5:28pm] |
The more I hang out with him, the less attracted I am to him. So, at this point, I like him only as a friend & don't want to make out anymore.
V IS FOR VICTORY!
I've realized that I'm a shitty person to everyone I don't truly care about, but I'm sick of being treated like shit by the one person I do everything for, among other people.
I just want a reason to grin nonstop again, & I don't know where to look for it, so I look everywhere. Needless to say, I'm in an odd mood.
Make it stop.
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[October 17th, 2005 / 3:28am] |
As we walked around my neighbourhood, looking at all the gigantic houses, we imagined lives for ourselves. Better lives. Elegant lives. More fulfilling and lacking constant heartbreak. Lives of doctor’s wives and soccer moms and the assorted occupations of a slow life that appeal to us. And why? The lives we now lead reek of turmoil, disdain, and overall lack of enthusiasm. Switch places with my lovelorn mind and body, because I want your three beautiful children, your successful husband, your Lexus, and your khakis. I want your happiness, the kind that took many of your years to develop. The kind of happiness that I’m too impatient and needy to wait for. I’m sick of being me, in my world. Give me yours. Make a young girl’s life better. The ultimate act of charity. At least you’d feel good, without the pills.
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[October 11th, 2005 / 12:02am] |
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& it felt just like falling in love..
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| VRAI! |
[September 17th, 2005 / 3:05am] |
| The Keys to Your Heart |  You are attracted to good manners and elegance.
In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.
You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.
You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.
Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.
You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.
In this moment, you think of love as something you can get or discard anytime. You're feeling self centered. |
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