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[Mon Feb 2007 at 9:01pm] |
I'm alive, I've revived the live journl ritual with another name
Come find me.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) drugsof_youth
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[Mon Feb 2007 at 12:54pm] |
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I somehow bruised and cut up about half of my arm last night between the hours of four and eleven this morning.
I'm tired of typical people, and typical fights.
I bet you I can map out every fight I have until I graduate. I shouldn't even say I fight.
I could map out what causes it, how other people will handle it, and how much I will freak out.
Because, for some reason, I was stuck without the ability to fight using intelligence. Or to be calm in that matter.
Ha, instead I use odd wet noises, the words asshole, fucking, and jackass, and hyper-ventilation.
Or maybe I just can't fight at all.
I would love to go outside.
But I'm afraid that I would freeze before I even touched the door knob.
Today will be a day for nostalgia.
My mind needs to get over this cycle.
I need to stop reminiscing over things that I screwed up or lost my chance at.
Chances are fucked up.
They have there cycles, and you can only jump in at the appropriate time.
You either get your head knocked out, or you get your heart thrown out.
ah, fuck. That was fucking bull.
I find that this is just people getting by by bullshit, the one whos best with bullshit wins.
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| Goooodammn you, you fucking Male Race |
[Sat Feb 2007 at 9:34pm] |
I almost got away from you.
Stop going places,
Stay in your homes.
It's not safe anyways.
I've been hearing some things about the apocalypse and global warming.
Stock up on your Canned Items.
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[Tue Jan 2007 at 3:37pm] |
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[Tue Jan 2007 at 6:11am] |
Hm. Funny how all I ever needed to feel better about going to school was a new pair of shoes.
I even ordered another pair to be sent to me .
They aren't as nice as the ones I had though.
But I think thats for other reasons.
These shoes have a lot to live up to.
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[Sun Jan 2007 at 2:46am] |
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I saved this last night beecause I wanted to read this before I posted it in the morning
And to add pictures of course:
I want to call everyone I have ever met. I want to tell them what I have been thinking.
I know that I am not the best at opening my mouth and organizing words.
I'm normally a blushing mess of rambling jumbled thoughts.
But I know that today my thoughts have processed to the point where my ideas can intelligently talk for themselves.
I want to call.
Knowing that I have no grasp on reality.
Knowing that I sound just like every other girl.
My eyes are blurring the edges. I have about a 1/2 inch line of sight going across this screen.
But it is only midnight.
Eh.
The order of these songs are so satisfying that I am inspired to keep going.
At school I've turned into a face I don't know.
It's completely dis-satisfying.
It's completely nauseating.
"I'm a midnight mile from your home"
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