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Wednesday, September 28, 2005


Like I said, I'm still not dead.
BABY, I WANT IT HARDER.
Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I am not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What’s left but a section of pigmy sized cuts, much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill and spill over and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry selfish cry out to the cutter.
I’m cutting, trying to picture your black, broken heart.
Love is not like anything,
Especially a fucking knife.

The Used rocks.

I'm still in Science..

That god-awful Science..

I haven't updated in a while..

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE

Don't delete me from your friends list.

I AM STILL ALIVE, DAMMIT!!

School is just such a damn pain in the ass that it isn't even funny..

*sigh*

I must return to my stupid essay on "the differences between plant and animal cells.."

¬¬.. KILL ME..

PLEASE.

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