saterday morning i was playing with the impossibles. fully believing that. those who dream to dream would never be as free as those who dream. forgetting the realist[.] romantics are the living dead. beauty is only skin deap. everyone is ugly inside... out of reasons to keep my hands to myself. this is all wrong and it shows. nothing but the mosquitos poisoning themselves. promise...
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three hours and counting.. and loving ever second of it
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thejackal:
Just saying hey...although i wished to heck that i knew what you were talking about....
suiciety:
secrets are no fun when you share them with everyone
i am sitting inside a dark closet... drinking strawberry milk. its amazing what a suicide girl can do to you.
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marla:
Michigan! How're we getting to michigan? Tell me that Dia! (panicky mid-crime voice)
suiciety:
i could arrange for the kidnapping to take place else where...
this is weird
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suiciety:
i don't know why i am posting here so long after this journal entry
suiciety:
but if for what ever reason you read this a month later let me know....
I was playing with dolls, myself... I was having tea parties at dawn.