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Ugh, so I was thinking...
09/22/09 at 06:13 AM by [.RezUReX.Ex.] | Like... fuck. I hate complicated shit.. and fucking astrology... and fucking religion... I hate hecka stuff...
Errrr, it's like... fuck.. I get in a a good place in my life and shit hits the fucking fan
Why did he have to love me?
Why can't I be confident too....?
How come me and him aren't compatible!?!
I don't know... I was just up... and decided to fucking rant/blog. I have shitty grammar. Fuck you. I don't care.
Fuck... Why is it a sin to have tattoos and piercings? Why is religion so fucking complicated? Why is it so heavily induced in our society...?? My head hurts...
I'm hungry. I had another non-productive day.
I finally fucking get outta high school and I can't even amount to shit... Do you know how that feels?? I feel like--.. Rgghh.... I dunno... I hate venting... 'Cause I love and hate other peoples opinion. My feelings get hurt too easily...
I really like him a lot.... but we aren't compatible?? But... he likes me and I like him? Why not?
It's like.. have you ever seen a storm coming, or something bad in general coming, and you wanted to get away from it but you were frozen... Be it from excitement or fear? Well, that's how I fucking feel...
Nothing is ever good enough.... or ever fucking right. And I always miss by a small bit...
And like... fucking... why did he have to be so fucking immature and put me out there like that?? It hurt so bad! Just listening to this person I cared about dog me like that!
I fucking hate men! But I love cock.. But, as a result... I have a scarlets letter... a silent one...
It may go away one day...
My heart hurts...
I wanna cry... But, I'm not depressed... I just..
I wanna be near him... but... I don't wanna scare him away..
Maybe... I'm not cute enough...
I always take my pictures at that angle... it's the only one that compliments my ugly face..
My head hurts...
Will they care when I die---... No... but, yes... It's like.. I don't want them to go away... I think about it all the time..
They're fucking old. His leg is bad... She has a bad knee... His heart is bad.. I worry about her.. him... them.
Please don't go... I know I say mean things, but I love you... I... I swear...
FUCK, my head hurts. | |
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