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Friday, May 5, 2006


Grrraaaaawrrrrrrr

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It's the sound I make when I'm disgruntled.

Okay, stuff happened.
Don't care.

Yeah.
Let's see...

I hate life. :D Not like that's new.
I think my life is an oxymoron... so... oxymoron time!

Shadow of light. Sweet salt. Loud silence. Screaming laugh. Sad smile. Dead life. Restless sleep. Stupid intelligence. Moving stillness. Grave frivolity. Worthless diamond. Correct mistake.

Damnit, I got today's SAT question wrong... I'm losing my touch.

Not that I ever had one to begin with.


My English teachers gave us an assignment to guess where we're going to be when we're thirty.

... you're wondering why I have a problem with that.

Well, I don't know if I'll even be alive by the time I'm thirty. Knowing me I'll overdose on pills or drugs or something. Speaking of that, I should start drinking... hmm... disregard that for now.
Anyway, I question if I'll still be around in a week. You never know with life.
My point is, I can't really guess, because my life seems to just keep going down...

down...

dooooown...

*thud*
Just kidding.
It's still going.

Maybe I should start smoking to take my mind off of things? That might work, but I'd have to get a job first.

Life sucks.

I want to go to you Stanfy, but I can't wait three more years to attempt to get out of my downward spiral. It's too much exertion to try to get out now, considering that'd only make it worse.

What'd I do to deserve this? Curse you God. If I could punch you, I'd give you a nice black eye right now.

And I mean that.

But alas, you don't exist. Silly me. If you did though, that's what I'd do.

Fuck it.




... how should I know?



“Never pretend to love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.” - - Alan Watts

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