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my days, not yours


sexta-feira, 9 de novembro de 2007

I really want to crawl (back) into bed & die. Theres absolutely nothing that would change my mind about doing that today (& maybe consecutive days after). Not Barney, not animal planet, nothing. Its so fucking dark outside but it wont rain. Ah, like me, i dont take in enough water to start pouring out from my eyes anyway so.

I am so jittery. A drop of a pin would scare the living dead out of me & send me into a very angsty rage.. Im not good company today. Never was & never will be anyway so whats the difference. I am hurting in every place possible internally & externally & i seem to like it. Gives me a reason to dig a hole in the ground & burry my big useless head. Yes, thats it. Splendid.

Emo emo emo, so sue me. I have a better reason to be than any of you anyway.

you know you love me*
Nix


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Hi, I'm the mofo who likes to talk trash because it makes me look better than good. I spend too much & i live too little, so maybe you should take me out.

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