Idealist wrote:ont he ginrls in the withties it warews him out itwares him out tts3edeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeearks she lkoois like the real thing sje ltalese my fake palsieck love ane i can help thsis bgelloing if i just gavcwe in
OK babe, we know you love Radiohead, but drinking and trying to type out Fake Plastic Tress isn't a good idea. Maybe you should go lay down....
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
now im listenign to airbag haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
ok computer minke has goios cds
lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
in an inmterstellar birnst im gbabck to sabve the universe lllllllllllllllllllllll
<3 Mademoiselle Pamplemousse
~The world would be a better place if only more things were made out of statue~
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
i am sooo mad. my district is having our annual picnic on wednesday and i am stuck working. i have been working at sport mart for over 2 years and all the dumb new girls have only been there a month get to go to the picnic. it's not fair. i want to see all the people i used to work with that have transfered stores.
lol, thanks. it was band camp actually (ok ok no american pie jokes kthx). getting up at 7 and marching from 8-11 and 6-9 is something that i will not miss. i wasn't even going to go, but i actually enjoy what i do (colorguard, the flag wavy people).
Idealist wrote:im sober i think now...im also at home now
I hope you didn't drive yourself home....and didn't do anything too stupid.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
I think there's something wrong with my neck and my parents don't care. Well, they care, they're just not doing anything about it. My neck's been hurting every single morning for the past 2-3 months and I might be crazy, but that doesn't seem normal..
