:: 2004 20 November :: 4.29 pm

a toast to the fuck faces. may their lives be long and full of shit.

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:: 2004 14 November :: 10.00 pm

Fuck you. Fuck you all. Im so sick of bull shit. Im so sick of meaning less words. and empty promisses. Im so sick of everyone. Im sick of cassandra always saying she will come see me and then never doing it. Im sick of joey saying he will do something and then not do it. Im sick of people who always have to fuck with me. wow. your so wonderful. Make me sad, boo hoo. Im sick of people saying that I can call any time when i need to talk. and then I call...and they dont want to talk...wtf.. Fuck all of you. I dont need your shit. I dont need anything from you.

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:: 2004 13 November :: 5.26 pm

i hate love, but i hate loneliness more.
=(
-Felicia

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:: 2004 12 November :: 8.14 pm

=( refer back to last post.

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:: 2004 11 November :: 11.20 pm

i want joey. =(

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:: 2004 11 November :: 6.26 am

-from tims away message
once you knew a girl and you named her lover

and danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer

but autumn came, she disappeared
you cant't remember where she said she was going to

but you know that she is gone because she left you a song

that you don't want to sing

we're singing i believe that lovers should be chained together, and thrown into a fire with their songs and letters,and left there to burn in their arrogance

yea! so burn in hell you stupid fucks. =( me and joey broke up last night for good. not attempting to be just friends or anything. i feel like im going to die. bye.

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:: 2004 10 November :: 8.42 pm

this poem is sad =( i found it
Little Boy Blue
the little toy dog is covered with dust, but sturdy and stanch he stands; and the little toy soldier is red with rust, and his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new and the soldier passing fair, and that was the time when our little boy blue kissed them and put them there. "Now dont you move until I come, and dont you make any noise!" So toddleing back to his tundel bed he drempt of the pretty toys. and as he was dreaming, an angel song awakend our little boy blue- oh, the years are many, and the years are long, but the little toy friends are true! Ay, faithful to little boy blue they stand, each in the same old place, awaiting the touch of a little hand, the smile of a little face, and they wonder awaiting these long years through, in the dust of that little chair. What has become of our little boy blue since he kissed them and put them there. -Eugene Field

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:: 2004 10 November :: 12.20 am

wishing wishes. (...sorry, its weird...i was bored and its 12 am)
if i only had one wish.
that wish would do me good
all i want is one wish
one wish, i wish i could.

i wish that wish of wishes
to wish my wish come true.
and that wish of all my wishes
that wish is to kill you.

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:: 2004 8 November :: 5.35 am

its 5:30 am of the next horrible day of my life.

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