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[02 Nov 2004|10:30pm]
conquerors
add it if you like, if you're on my friends list now, you'll most likely be added already.
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[21 Oct 2004|10:02pm]

I couldn't pick.Collapse )
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[18 Oct 2004|09:40pm]
What an interesting night!
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[16 Oct 2004|09:22pm]
90% of my journal now is private.
this is weird because
i used to hate private entries.
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[13 Oct 2004|10:05pm]
I would rather be anywhere.
Just not here, all alone with my thoughts.
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[06 Oct 2004|08:49am]

We hate supermodels.
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" " [01 Oct 2004|10:13pm]

Kill the body and

the head will die.
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[21 Sep 2004|03:52pm]
She is so sick of pretenders.
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:] [20 Sep 2004|04:56pm]
Today was alright.
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nooooooowaaayyyyy. [17 Sep 2004|10:34pm]

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WOWWWWW.

that is all.
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david crowder. [13 Sep 2004|04:53pm]

What can I do with my obsession
With the things I cannot see
Is there madness in my being
Is it the wind that moves the trees?
Sometimes You're further than the moon
Sometimes You're closer than my skin
And You surround me like a winter fog
You've come and burned me with a kiss

And my heart burns for You
And my heart burns...for You


This is about GOD just so you all know. That's right; I'm not embarassed.
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I never used to get headaches. [11 Sep 2004|12:21am]
I'm so sick of life.

wow. that must have been my best opening sentence yet. but really, i'm only 15, and i'm sick of the same situations, the same people (people being the same), the same thoughts running through my head. which never used to hurt. I hate how no matter how hard you try, there is always going to be more to accomplish. I love complaining. I love the sound of this keyboard. I hate memories. Especially ones that still make me dizzy. I like not making sense. I miss someone. I hate someone. They are the same person. There's more than one of those too. I hate how I think about the same things over and over until they become nothing to me in my head. I hate how I think so much. Sometimes I wish I was more stupid, or at least not as bright as i am, so that i could just go through life with the relief of pretending to be something i'm not, and not bother with caring about who i really am. I hate this country. I'm glad that I was born here, it gave me the desire to leave. I want to go to Africa and help starving kids. I want to go to ITALY for pleasure. I hate the word pleasure, I hate it's connotation. I want to forget all about life and go somewhere else in my head. I wish that i knew how to do this without drugs. I'm glad that I don't do drugs. I'm sick of this county, I'm sick of the girls, I'm sick of the boys. I hate how I get embarassed. I hate how my insecurity hides who i am sometimes. I hate how i think about what people will be thinking when they read this. Why should I care? What are you thinking? You should tell me, and you should tell me the truth. I feel like a horrible person tonight, so really, let me know the truth.
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[09 Sep 2004|11:51pm]
I've decided that I'm really, really strange.
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[08 Sep 2004|10:21pm]

Remember before when going back to school was exciting because you went and got new clothes, and you met new friends, and everyone loved everyone else. and there were no scenes, there were no crews, there was only happiness through youthful companionship?


yeah, me neither.
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[03 Sep 2004|04:07pm]
Anyone know what's going on in Russia right now?

I hate this world.
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[28 Aug 2004|04:53pm]
I have nothing left to say anymore. But only because I am afraid to say everything. Why should I type out everything if I am the only one who understands it? There isn't a yesterday anymore, there isn't a future right now, there is only now. that's all. There are too many aspects of life to try and figure out in that space bewteen my ears. People have too many concerns, too many thoughts, too many opinions. Everyone is the same species, we're all human beings in the end. In infancy, celebrities aren't celebrities. If people keep faking like this, nothing is going to be real anymore.

I'm scared for this place.

I want to cover my ears and hide from this whole false world.


please don't say you agree, don't tell me how you know all of this is true, unless you really have thought about it for a while. really really thought about what you're doing on this website, why you're here. Why you're alive, and what you're living for.
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[10 Jul 2004|10:40pm]
I think it's alright, my sweet chinchilla.

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