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Hey there, losers. My name is Leena and i'm your typical asshole. It's hard to get to know me, but that's what makes me fun. I use alot of sarcasm, so if you take alot of things seriously, don't bother talking to me. I am your neighborhood suicide bomber and friendly commie. <3


I don't want to make friends with people that attempt to catch my attention by staring or glancing. I don't want to make friends with people that follow me for a few minutes and walk away. I don't want to make friends with people that sit next to me or near me and wait for me to say something. I don't want to make friends with people that keep showing up at my job in hopes some connecting moment with make miracle of itself. I don't want to make friends with people that say "I like your style/hair/hat/jacket" and then don't have anything else lined up.


I want someone to walk up next to me and keep walking as if we know one another and we started together from point [a] and plan to continue to point [b]. I want someone who keeps going no matter how far I go, keeping up and not questioning or asking "where". I want someone who just says "hey" and that ends it. I want someone who understands that silence in verbality can be golden because smalltalk is filler and shit and neither of us cared anyway.


I'm the self-injury princess and I really hope you don't mind when I slit my wrists just enough so I can go to sleep.


Sunday, March 27, 2005


You make martyrs out of killers
Jeff Weise is a hero because he murdered those who made fun of him.

You’ll disagree. You’ll try and say people dying isn’t right and you’ll pretend you know what it feels like to be harassed every day and made to feel like complete shit. You’ll act like you know the need to end your own life and everyone else’s. You’ll wish you could even have enough feelings in your fake world [to even] grasp what it could be like.

What if feels like to stand there and pull the trigger. What it feels like to watch someone like you, to see their face explode into a thousand pieces, brains splattering against your face. You only wish.

Because its [your] fault. You did this, all of you.

Every moment of these children’s lives are filled with pain. Imagine waking up every morning, going to school and being called the worst things ever.. its not easy when you’re young and trying to find yourself.. its not easy defending yourself against 300 other people just because you’re [different] and that’s how you feel comfortable.


It had to be done. The children lay in body bags while the rest of the world pretends they understand and know what it’s like.
No one wants to know how HE felt, they only want to call HIM a monster and say God will punish him. Yes, because we all believe that he’ll burn in hell. But it wont change the fact that this will happen overandover again does it?

The truth hurts. Whether it’s a gun to the face or not. Wake up because you’re making this happen.


Each and every last one of you.

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Saturday, March 26, 2005


Random
Oh God.

I suck so bad at Gaia it's not even funny

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Friday, March 25, 2005


Beyond Wonderland
Dear MO,

I didn't do too much today..just sitting here at the computer as always. My dad is making me sleep at 12AM which sucks. I want to take advantage of my freedom while i can, but i guess not today.

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