casper

who is this?

fuck man, you tell me, i dont recognize her anymore...


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i dont want to write some deep and convoluted entry, because no one really cares about my life, my childhood, my adolescence or my daily fucking routine

because

it is insignificant

there are too many people bitching about their lives,

i dont want to add.

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ahem


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this is me on myspace, kiddos, feel free to look me up or whateva, im on it more than i should be

myspace.com/caspersg


im quickly losing inspiration, hurry, humor, come quick!





aahhh much better,

i must say, that my tongue has never ventured into man ass, im down for some *kinky* shit but, i have no desire to lick a hairy man hole..

ummm


i call him blackie and he is good to me. i must say, its fun to take one of these bad boys out and wave it at someone in bumper-to-bumper traffic, watch them do a double take...



i live in a house with four men, a band house, comes complete with manager, lead singer, lead guitarist, and graphic designer...

i moved into my first apartment at seventeen.

its funny how your family never really misses you until youre gone?

well, except for mommy, she was always good to me.

me and judas visited her yesterday, and my poochie.



this looked like the world to me. dont bother trying to make out the phone numbers on my palm, unless youre trying to get ahold of sally's beauty supply in escondido.



i miss my baby Zaney. she was just a tiiiny bit hung over in this pic. duh.

im also supposed to meet miss McKenzie tonight, call me lady!

arg.

im feeling too honest right now to be able fake an entry.

it doesnt matter. ive recently come to terms with the fact that my ex boyfriend was abusive, and im still dealing the scars, on the inside and out.

do you know what its like to have two cigarette burns on your ass?

i took pictures last month, its kind of a struggle to hide them when you get naked for the internet.

i still wake up crying, or get sick to my stomach when i think about him touching me.

im not so tough.



i want to forget about things, too much pain.

no, im one of the lucky ones. i have some shitty stories, but ive heard worse.

i cant believe im only nineteen.

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alright, enough depth.

heres my soul you guys, just a tiny piece of it.




some of you guys comment on my big eyes,

well

these eyes have seen too much.





if you comment on this

make it honest


or dont waste your time.

thank you,

Casper