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| 05:13pm 30/04/2003 |
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mood:  good
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I'm still kinna' bored o.o. But ah well.
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| MWERF! |
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| 07:22pm 26/03/2003 |
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mood:  cranky
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Uff. I have the WORST fuggin' cramps. My tummyyyy . . . -: whiny today :- |
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| Whee-oo! |
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| 03:50pm 15/03/2003 |
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mood: annoyed
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I bought myself an airchair and Dark Cloud 2 today! Whoo-ha!
And I'm pissed at someone. |
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| Mweh heh. |
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| 06:10pm 06/03/2003 |
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mood:  predatory
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Kristina . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Eat my skirt, bitch. ^______^; |
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| Mwee hee! |
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| 02:41pm 05/03/2003 |
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mood: cheerful
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I just want to say . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I LOVE MY PANDA =D! |
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| Ah! |
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| 09:49pm 04/03/2003 |
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mood: touched
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Because of you, I found my way back.
Will you marry me? |
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| Sigh. |
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| 08:32pm 04/03/2003 |
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mood:  full
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I still don't feel right. |
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| Where has my sanity gone? |
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| 04:20pm 04/03/2003 |
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mood:  creative
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A London Rat mistakenly took it when the boy's goal was to sneak my wallet
A dove accidentally picked it up within the confines of his beak, thinking he was palatable; a crumb, perhaps
The darkness and depression suffocated him, leaving my sanity no choice but to comply
The light thought it inadequate and fed him to the shadows
People rebuked him and tortured him until the caretaker of this sanity was impelled to surrender and enter a state of abstract
The moon drowned him with her tendrils, capturing his breath to feed it to the lungs of some competent sanity
The sun burned through him, melted him, bequeathed it to me----
But how do I mold him back? |
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| H'm. |
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| 03:30pm 04/03/2003 |
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mood:  contemplative
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Aaron . . . I don't know if this makes any sense to you, but . . . When I cried last night, my . . . feelings/emotions returned to me. After three days of not crying and feeling aloof, I thought I wasn't in love with him anymore. I thought I didn't care about anything that happens to me in the present or future (though I still don't, but eh). I didn't want to be bothered. I didn't want to talk. I . . think . . . . . I've cried so fucking much that now it's mandatory for me to know that I'm alive. I guess what I'm trying to say is---if someone doesn't hurt me at least once every day, then I'll just be out of it. I'm so . . . so used to being hurt every day and crying every day, that if it doesn't occur . . . Things, for me, just won't be normal.
Wow . . . that's pretty sad. |
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| 09:47pm 03/03/2003 |
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mood:  cold
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Ah, crying. I tried to call Eric, but I guess he's online. There are other people I could call to help me out . . . but I don't want to.
You don't love me anymore, do you? |
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| I was thinking. |
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| 12:46am 01/03/2003 |
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mood:  apathetic
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You know, I've finally realized something.
I have no talent. |
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| SANCTUARY! |
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| 04:28pm 26/02/2003 |
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mood: content
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. . . o_o; LoL. I was watching "The Hunchback Of Notre Dame" =x. Pardon meh. La lee looooo. MY POOR B'ANKIE EESH COMIN' APART ;_____;!!!! But Rassie says I nebber hafta gib' it up if I dun wanna ^^. Guh, I wish there was more for me to do at home. I need s'more muubeez. SOMEONE BUY ME A MUUBEE! PEEZE! Oiness =/. |
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| Times like these, sometimes one can only think of death. |
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| 06:08am 25/02/2003 |
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Last night was horrible. Just . . horrible. I'm starting to cut again, and it seems I even got Rasean in to the habit. Then he wonders why I ever think about suicide, yet it's all right for him to do the same. Guh, it hurts to type after you slice your fingertips . . Oi. I walked out of the house, too. Walked right out, but he was asleep. He always falls asleep when I hurt. And last night I realized just how alike he and my father are. Why, Mom? God? Whoever the FUCK you are. WHY? Why the FUCK are you doing this to him?
Wait . . . . . The question is . . . . . .
Why the fuck am -I- doing this to him . . . .?
I guess it truly is time for both a break-up and death.
Who knows what I'll do while I'm home alone today. Heh heh heh. |
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| Wow :D. |
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| 11:30am 23/02/2003 |
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mood:  sore
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Whatta weekend. Mweh heh. |
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| Bah. |
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| 01:21pm 20/02/2003 |
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mood: good
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I didn't get to see Rasean or my mom, and---Hey. I rhymed =D. w007! |
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| Guh. |
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| 10:23pm 17/02/2003 |
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mood:  quixotic
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Aaron. If you commit suicide, then so will I; and I never go against my word.
I just want to leave like I planned before and not warn anyone. |
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| o.o;;;;;;;;;;;;;; |
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| 07:06am 17/02/2003 |
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mood: pissed off
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The snow . . . . HOOOOOOOOOOLY SHIZNAT, BIZNATCH! Bob DEM the snow and let Rasean come tomorrow >=O!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| Mwerf. |
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| 11:00pm 15/02/2003 |
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mood: disappointed
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Well, he wasn't able to come. I guess we'll either try for Monday or next weekend. I just . . . don't want him to miss class because of me. Deep sigh. |
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| Guh |
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| 03:58am 15/02/2003 |
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mood:  anxious
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I can't fuggin' sleep. Oi. |
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