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... [26 Sep 2005|10:37pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]

fine... then FUCK YOU.


[30 Jul 2005|08:08pm]
WHAT THE FUCK?! Why the hell do you HAVE to know EVERYONE'S personal life?! You just want to know everything about our lives so you'll feel that important. I don't tell people's secrets to other people because I believe that's an invasion of privacy, ESPECIALLY when you're fucking forcing me. dude, you can't force people to tell them their secrets coz that's just wrong.

... and it's because friends don't force friends to tell them their secrets, no matter how long you've known them. That's not what a friend does.


[28 Jun 2005|09:08pm]
"A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer. He buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murdered chanted, "Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded."


[26 Jun 2005|06:36pm]
pissed off.


Paranoid [20 Jun 2005|01:56pm]
[ mood | sad ]

I get offended easily.

But I can't help it.

I just do.

Then afterwards, I just feel extremely sad and paranoid I guess..


[19 Jun 2005|10:42pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Saturday I was supposed to go to Donna's party, but my mom wouldn't let me coz we were "supposibly" going somewhere, and all we went to was Seafood City. >:[ What a sucky Saturday, I could of been having so much fun...

yeh. My mom just likes me keeping me home and bored. god.


[05 Aug 2004|09:03am]
I don't believe it.

I had cut myself. And it didn't even hurt at all.

I used a safety pin, rather than a cutter. It scraped onto my skin. A pleasure feeling. And then the next morning, I see the red marks.

It's not really "cutting" as I see it. Maybe, a light cutting.

I made a lot of mistakes. Each scar represents one mistake, and the deeper the cut is, the more regret I feel from the mistake.

It's like.... cleaning the bad blood from inside me, right? Cleansing myself, that's right.


perfect... annoys me. [19 Mar 2004|07:25pm]
It really doesn't matter about "perfection". People don't have to be the best at things, you know? It sometimes annoys me. No one can be perfect, and never will. I believe, as long as you have fun, nothing matters. People have the right to cosplay as anyone.


da-ra-da [13 Mar 2004|11:33am]
[ mood | confused ]

la la la... so. What am I supposed to do now?? o.O

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