| Still Hate life |
[Mar. 20th, 2005|09:42 pm] |
One year later and nothing has changed, i still hate life, i just remembered i had this thing and one is ever going to read this. That is reason enough to hang myself with piano wire. I was thinking that a cool way to kill yourself would be to cut off all of your own limbs, but then i realized that you get down to just having one arm and youd look like an idiot. I got some black fingernail polish and a scarf... still nobody likes me. well, im gonna go drink redbull and listen to shitty music, i might stick toothpicks down my urethra too.. but thats if i get realy fucked up on red bull.
I hate you. |
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| Pubic Hairs (IM DRUNKER THEN SHIT I LOVE THE CASUALTIES, AND CREW TIL DEATH BIATCH (IM RICH BITCH) |
[Feb. 8th, 2004|01:21 am] |
Im drunker than fuck and i heart the 40's crew, also IM RICH BIATCH!!!!!.... SAMUEL JACKSON IS GOOD MOTHER FUCKING BEER MAN. I cant stop tal;king like this becasue this is how i talk... havnt you seen my movies.. deep blue sea... that was a good one.. a shark bit my legs off... a mother fucking shark ate me. any ways, you cant be a non conformist if you dont drink coffee, i like to flip my hair around, cus you canty be a non conformist if you dont drink coffee. so im going to go masturbate now and listen to GAY F I!!!!!!!
" SKINS AND PUNKS.. SPIKEY HAIR, WE DONT CARE!!!!! PUNKS AND SKINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| I hate life |
[Jan. 22nd, 2004|01:23 am] |
yesterday I woke up and wanted to die. I realized that nothing still fucking matter and that all that could make my life better was death... or coffee. Since i dont realy want to die and just pretend that i do for attention, i decided to go to Waffle House and drink coffee by myself and look depressed so people would ask "whats wrong" and i could say "fuck you". Then I went home and masturbated. I realized that i wanted to die too much to whack off, so i just stared at a naked picture of this kid pauls mom. I dont even like the kid, i just pretend to becasue hes dark, and i like dark things. After about 20 minutes of realizing that all im doing is wasting my time being a little pessimistic piece of shit i thought id try to be optimistic, but its not as much fun because people dont give you attention if you pretend to be happy. so i thought about killing my self again and took off my Bruce Springsteen album and put on my Smiths record. Because no one nows how to be a non conformist like Morrisey. By now it was about 7:00 at night and i realized i realy realy hate life, and thought i should put on some Elliot Smith or something. Then i went to sleep and woke up and put on my "i only do what the voices inside my head tell me to do" t-shirt.
"He said theres nothing i can do for you you cant do for yourself" |
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