July 2010
9 posts
AAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
FUCKING retarded tfl piece of shit. fuck. I wanna KILL something, FUCK.
I feel to cry.
What the fuck was up with tonight?
Is it me or was tonight really weird?
And yesterday, a bit. Haven’t really spoken properly in a bit, I think? :S Or am I being clingy? :S Or what.
And you still need to tell me what he said. That’s maybe why it’s a bit weird. Or maybe that’s why I think it’s why it’s a bit weird. Hmm.
I’m not happy. It feels like it’s starting to drift. But then...
I need to make this work.
What do I do.
What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. What do...
We are still-life in cold blood.
We feel.
We feel, nothing.
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Sigh.
Boat party was fun.