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how can i have such weirdness now with the one person i really thought i loved...

State of Mind: tired, sad and excited all at once
Listening to: Rufus Wainwright: Poses
Reading: Wicked: the Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West.

there is an unsurprising lack of energy to clean. somehow my bed is so much more inviting, it taunts me with it's warmth and softness, begging me to try to accomplish anything on this lazy sunday.the appeal...
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there's a guy... whom is adoreable and great... until he opens his mouth.

damn.

i've been dizzy for four days now, and it's not water intake or food... it's probably allergies but i'm freaking tired of it.it's hard to concentrate when the entire room is spinning, well spinning more than it's suppsoed to be on a normal rotation of the earth kind of spinning.. ok see look i'm crazy. punkt!

the weather is beautiful though. i love when it...
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'i want my records back, and that motorcycle gas tank that i spray painted black.... woke up in, a burnt out basement, sleeping with, metal hands and a spirit ditich."

sigh. why is the weekend too short for any real sleep?

class on sunday is just something that should be ban. why i ever agreed to it... well i must have been smoking crack or...
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"i went down for to rescuse you... i went all the way down..."

the winter skies are setting and the cold nights bring with them the need for more blankets and dreams of the trick-or-treating days.

i love the fall.

there is a truth behind these faded lies. but the first one to finish wins the kill. they talk about you with those crooked mouths,...
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i am supposed to be cleaning, and sitting here staring at the huge piles of crap that need to be cleaned is just disheartening. i'd rather just throw it all away and start over than have to put it away.

i don't like photoalbums. they make me really upset, i hate the idea of locking away photos in a book, and putting them on a...
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got angry at the last bits of dead hair from my over zealous bleaching days so i chopped my hair off. i just got out a pair of huge sissors and started cuttting. not a bad job either. just sad that i went through all that work growing it out just to have to cut it off... my name is meghen and i was a...
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zwei Wodka Red Bull und ein halbes Liter wei Wine, das willst nicht machen meine Liebeskummer stopp... warum nicht?

...ich wei es nicht

i will run away someday, and never tell anyone where i'm going. i will send random postcards to throw people off.

i will work under an assumed name

i will continue dying my eyebrows until the crazy colours run out

i will feel everything

i will grow a yard full of pumpkins

i will have 13 awful names, and 13 different faces.

i will survive......
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