February 2011
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Sick. I need a back rub and drugs.
Fuck everything.
January 2011
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Can’t sleep can’t sleep can’t sleep.
There’s been a scratch from my cat on my hand for at least a month. It looks like a cross, and I think its kind of cool. I got a big bruise at work tonight, and I want to take a picture of it. But not now. My legs smell like that weird jean dye smell. I hate it. I don’t want to walk to class in the rain tomorrow. Or to my drug...
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Waiting for the moment that it all rushes back over me.
Waves and waves of want.
I’m just going to say it- I miss having a boyfriend. I’m sick of hanging out with couples and watching them kiss and hold hands. It doesn’t exactly depress me, but its a nice fucking reminder of how much I miss having someone close to me. I want to have sleepovers and inside jokes and butterfly kisses. I want to roll over and see a lil cutie next to me, and kiss him on the...
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I wish I was baked. I got my hip piercings removed today. It hurt, they’re bloody and I’m keeping my fingers crossed for cool scars. My living room is insanely cold, but there are no sheets on my bed, so I don’t want to sit on it. I can’t stop listening to Minus the Bear and moping around and feeling sorry for myself. I think I need to watch a movie or some sleazy Saturday...
I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is...
– Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson (via thechocolatebrigade)
Patience has never been a strength of mine. Or self-control. Thinking before I speak. I don’t feel like myself when I’m not impulsive. But it fucks me up a lot too.
I’ll sit still, zip my lips and try my best to keep my hands to myself. (This time I mean it)
(I think)
There are so many thoughts I’d like to vocalize, but I don’t want my voice to shrink the way I know it will.