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this is what i wrote when i was waiting for my computer to fucking run through a scan disk so i could connect to the internet. .. wait for it. wait for it.. NOW:
Shannon Donovan --international fuck face
pure massacre.
Aug. 26/01
Summer (is almost over) <--it doesnt have to be| FUCK --> All i can think of is "10more months of pure hell ahead of me." i haTe this town, i hate my life, i hate my job, and i especially hate school. Summer is the only reason why most kids are actually living today. It's bullshit, fuck the system fuck this way we are all conditioned. I swear to god it's a government conspiracy against us. This is bullshit, summer ends and i (bleed) slit my wrists. I am not going back to school, fuck that shit.. ARGH its funny how i waste most of my summer away on icq, and always complain about how much it sucks, but i dont want it to end - fucking school can fuck right off, look school hasnt even started yet and im already freaking out. this.. i can already tell will be on hell ride of a year, oh i am sooo mad, fucking piece of shit, the people, the teachers, the dirtiness, the conditioning bullshit. fuck that why did summer go by so fucking quickly? tell me now why do i have to live like this? i want it all to end.
[[pistol in your throat]]
[[geetar]]
[[i need to make you see]]
[[slant]]
[[weightless]]
[[whatever you want]]
[[Everybodys Alright + Apparitions (mgb)]]
[[Until The Dark (tsotb)]]
[[x.y.u. (smashing pumpkins)]]
[[the country club]]
[[would you]]
[[if]]
[[summa]]
[[back to school (happy times)]]
[[a minor]]
[[dont want to go]]
[[congradulations on your new born baby]]
[[foetus breath]]
writing, writing writing, why do i bother? actually i barely even bother. it's more of a boredom thing than it is anything else.. i know all my shit sucks ass.. so like.. dont hate mE!!
i hate this place so much.
red, itchy, wet fingers... slipping your sanity away. that bothersome scratching at the back of your throat and the moiture around your eyes that you didn't even know about. self-induced, self-inflicted.. no sense of self.. self-hatred. ticking and ticking. how much can be wasted away. what about those poor kids on the other side of th world. thunder. vomit. days and days and day, confusion, loss of any sanity you thought you had left. days without sanity, lacking proper nutrients. i must have forgotten. 44 degrees outside and i am happier than a lab rat. below 30 just wont do. freezing to the bone. bones are all i have left.
(one last kiss before you fade away)