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I wrote lyrics a song today, If I'm lucky I will beable to write music to it as well.
If only my life where exciting enough to really have something worth while to share in my lil journal here.

Lives sometimes collide like you want to think galaxies do.

twenty-two and alone now.
she was her own agenda.
I don't need that kinda shit.
short sentences are the easiest to write.
maybe a new let down in sight; if i'm lucky.
capalization is for sissys.

you are not perfect
you will never find true love
some are still happy

Acomplishments are eggs and
mistakes are canned food.
If I where sane would I understand?

solid hum alabaster smile clear stomache death
moving shifting missing crazy octane insanity

I slept w00t, I was going crazy there for a little bit.

OK
So I can't fucking sleep
It's not like I really have insomnia
Though I say it at times
Because its the only way
In short explain the way I am
I do sleep
Sometimes long stretches, like 12 to 14 hours
But I can never sleep when I need to
I am always sleeping when I shouldn't
The harder I try
The more I...
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It is so hard to convey true emotion with word...
Even though I feel this block that hinders me from sharing what I feel, I still feel like I have something to share with the world.
I'm young, but I would like to think that I have learned a few lessons along the way.
first lesson: no matter how hard you try, you CAN NOT...
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Is conscious empathy really empathy at all?

Edit for http://suicidegirls.com/boards/The+Site/22857/

Leaves fall silently
Heaven and hell fall quiet
Quiver in your sight

I'm suffering from the lack of proper artistic frustration.
/me *scratches head*

I'm looking forward to the past, why you might ask?
Because life doesn't really get any better than this, and I don't mean that in the bitter sweet fucking life is a movie sorta way, no; I mean that in the harshist most nilistic way possible.
I see people all around me who have lived thier lives, and for what? A fucking house somewhere with...
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My mood:
My drink: PBR
My blatter: full
My night: dorky
My transportation: cab
My vice: conversation
My fear: forgotten
My omission: friends
My ....

Arg this sux, It's friday night, I could at least be getting drunk, but no, I'm on fucking call and I have to sit here and wait to see if something breaks with this stupid fucking phone switch update at work.
The chances are prolly about %75 that I won't have todo jack, it not that I'm really complaining that I wont really have to...
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