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im gunna graduate, and i want you to be there
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[15 Feb 2004|10:05am] |
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it had to be done.
friends fucking only, sluts.
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[05 Jan 2004|06:10pm] |
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"you sit like a princess, baby"
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[07 Dec 2003|03:13pm] |
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don't talk to me like we're fucking friends
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[26 Nov 2003|11:31pm] |
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i watched finding nemo & bring it on with my mom & sterling & got kicked in the face & felllll all over again & again & again... ♥
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| whitter, korea town, lot #013 |
[10 Nov 2003|07:31pm] |
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reunited and it feels so good, me and my BABYYYYYYYYY. it had been way to long!$@#%@$^@$%@#$ he just stayed there, motionless, looking sad & tried to purk up & look presentable as soon as i was in sight. he didn't have to try, he is my lovely baby & no matter what i will go out of my way for him, even 2 hour traffic ride in the the heart of korea town to pick him up and make sure hes safe, but hes not. they ripped out his insides and left the wires like veins. missing appendages: stereo, taken, sub, taken, cds, not taken, coach gloves, not taken. everything was thrown to the front seat floor, everything dumped, except for a strategically placed photobooth picture of leah & i on the front seat, pervs. the back seat was torn out, red, black, blue wires & paper & photographs thrown, they were said to know what they were doing. the trunk was upside down, painting supplies, sold, im betting. they left a gatoraid bottle, orange. i hate gatoraid, i hate you. he is completely dead, his lights burnt out & a faint hello & i can't get him turned on anymore-- they punched the ignition. i gotta take him to the h-o-s-p-i-t-a-l, my baby.
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[09 Nov 2003|07:41pm] |
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"no regrets, thats my motto, that, and everybody wang chung tonight"
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[06 Nov 2003|10:44pm] |
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"i wish we were the only people alive"
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| FROM BAD TO WORSE, hush hush darling |
[03 Nov 2003|04:26pm] |
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ITS FUN TO WATCH PEOPLE LIKE ME, YEAH? SQUIRM, FLEX AND BREAK. SEE THESE LINES TURN TO FLAT ONES? YEAH, ME TOO. MY WAX FORMED BODY MELT 1,2,3-59-140-429-2773+ TIMES OVER. DEPLETION AT ITS FINEST. MOLD FIGURE NO.1, RINSE & REPEAT AS NEEDED. CUTE, ISN'T IT? LIKE AN ANIMAL CAUGHT IN A TRAP & YOU WATCH IT STRUGGLE, BLEED AND DIE; THERE WAS NOTHING YOU COULD DO, ONLY WAIT, THERE WAS. YOU WATCHED. TO THAT, YOU TAPED IT, & WATCHED IT OVER AND OVER & KILLED ME EACH TIME MORE & MORE, AGAIN & AGAIN, ENJOYMENT? THIS IS SIMPLY NOT NEEDED, BUR- BURST-BUST, ED. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? DON'T TELL ME BECAUSE IT HURTS. THERE HAS BEEN AN ERROR, YOU'VE BEEN MISREAD, I HAVE THE ORIGINAL COPY & IT SAYS "DO NOT DUPLICATE." IT NEVER WILL BE, AGAIN & NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW WHAT I KNOW. I KNOW WHAT I AM & I'VE NEVER DISLIKED ANYTHING MORE, NEVER AGAIN.
WHATEVER, FUCK YOU. NO DOUBT, TRAGIC KINGDOM, TRACK 10. I HONESTLY WISH TO NEVER SEE ANY OF YOU EVER AGAIN. YOU WERE MY LAST FAILURE.
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[29 Oct 2003|05:43pm] |
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you know whats awesome, is when YOUR CAR GETS FUCKING STOLEN
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| what do you want from me? |
[26 Oct 2003|05:48pm] |
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<3 don't hurt me <3 |
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DMX; ride or die |
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i travelled across the edges of my soul, add it
doesn’t seem any better when i cross the border
the world falls to piece but every sunset is
the rebirth of a new experience.
i often felt this sorrow, i often stand alone,
dipping and diving to see the bottom but where are the
lines that divine...
confidential sins have already taken my so called
freedom and every choice i made framed my so called future.
i’m no longer care about the way i gone, burning
like a fire to smother in the end, wasting time
while i’m expecting death.
i hate time change
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[21 Oct 2003|02:23pm] |
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i have a half pipe in my pants
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[18 Oct 2003|12:13pm] |
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ahah L-A-M-E
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[15 Oct 2003|05:12pm] |
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fuck thermacare for giving me 3rd degree burns, my skin is melting off my hip bones, lovely.
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| happy birthday |
[30 Sep 2003|08:40pm] |
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happy birthday to the greatest person to ever walk into my life and steal my heart, yeah, your 16 now. family birthday dinners are awkward, espcially when you're no longer family; we sit at dinner and we don't touch, we don't hold hands & i don't squirm because you don't put your hand on my knee. yeah, i kiss you, but its just on the cheek, and yeah, you keep the note i wrote you in your pocket for good luck, and yeah, we still fool around & as you grab for me you remember, and yeah, its hard to look at you, so i look the other way. yeah, now your 16 and yeah, my heart still belongs to you.
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[28 Sep 2003|11:35am] |
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HIM; right here in my arms |
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so me and eric played arms with brass knuckles yesterday & bruising yellow, awesome
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| bless you's never sounded so fake & forced |
[08 Sep 2003|04:44pm] |
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thank you, not really |
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wow, i really did not want to wake up this morning, & i wore my new skirt & some girl had the same one on in red; fuck that.
me: nice underwear allison
allison: thanks! (pulls down skirt to show me her ass)
it was my own private show, this is why i love her.
i got through the day with sniffles & un-moisturized tissues leaving me uncomfortably dry, & im on my way do dying. im mrs. unprepared essay exam taker & my life is bullshitting, thank you. after school leah and i went to tower. love can be bought, and her name is denali.
oh oh & parents night can eat it
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| mmm, what are they gunna do about it? suck my dick? |
[07 Sep 2003|09:27pm] |
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stacy orrico; more to life bitches |
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so what that i drive a standard 98 honda civic metal mobile with a terrible breaking system, atuomatic windows/locks & a sub that doesn't work. so what im so average, im sarah plain & tall, minus my name being sarah, & being tall. so what im extremely uncontrollable and extremely unpredictable and a little bit extreme with the bitch part, but over careing. so what im not exactly what you want me to be. so what, im awesome. so what im moody, at least i say sorry when i mean it. so what i don't know what i want to do with my life, even 3 seconds from now. so what all i do is eat mashed potatoes, it will all catch up with me in 3 years. so what when i see threats & destroy them. so what i listen to stacy orrico and sing along. so what i sit in my tub listening to as i lay dying, this day forward and between the burried and me and shave my legs. so what my heart throbs on occasion. so what i have two diffent sized feet & like to wear bigger sizes. so what i don't like girls. so what i like eating green beans and katsup & the katsup makes me sweat because im used to bland foods. so what i play dress up in my new skirts & belts & dance to no music. so what theres no "i" in team, theres fucking "e" & "m" and that spells fucking "me". so what i want to do a line. so what my best friend is also my coke addict sister that i do everything with & we're EXACTLY ALIKE. so what i can't spell. so what i suck at keeping secrets. so what i dye my hair every 2 weeks. so what i im picky with who i like & don't. so what im 17 & found the love of my life & nothing/no one will ever measure up to him. so what it always comes back to food. so what i have flaws, make mistakes, do somethings wrong, at least i admit it, sometimes. so what i have 5 differen't nervous laughs. so what im not perfect & always happy, the good times make up for the bad. so what im not edge. so what im so fucking hardcore, since the fetus. so what my job laid me off, they still call me to use me. so what i complain, its not illegal. so what i hold grudges. so what im better than you. so what im complicated and so yesterday. so what im poor and don't have nice things. so what my hips are outta control. so what i get jealous over stupid things, they mean sometime to me. so what if you don't like me, i don't like you either. so what im confusing, i don't even understand myself, you're not missing out. so what my hearts always in the right place, even if you'd beg to differ & so what i think stacey's mom has got it goin on. so fucking what.
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[07 Sep 2003|12:36am] |
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my heart says "please, i just want to be a good person. i don't want to be in this world without you, thats something i just cannot do."
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