April 2011
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March 2011
62 posts
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creepin on myself...
So I just found some conversations from senior year of me and my ex boyfriend. I’m a lot different now than I was then. I can see why he liked me, I was fun to talk to back then. We actually had some good conversations. They didn’t even have to have a subject, we had conversations for hours just about random shit. I feel like I’m less interesting now, more dead.
He was also very...
it's still my birthday.
i’m still unhappy. the drinking made it go away for the weekend. i didn’t think about it. i didn’t think about losing one of my best friends. it’s sad. i’m upset and hurt and sorry all at the same time. too bad it doesn’t matter.
19 years.
Today is my birthday. I’m 19 years old today. 19 years is a long time when you think about it.
Birthday weekend was wild, I got to spend it with some of my favorites. That was nice.
Is today a happy birthday? I don’t know. I make a lot of people mad by talking too much. Resolution for the beginning of my 20th year? Stop that. Even though me having a soul is questionable, it’s...
znoodlez:
When I am most impaired, nearest death, or farthest from myself; that is when I feel most alive.
we're all stories in the end
i'm not happy here anymore
time
Sometimes I miss the old me. The lame me. The me that never drank or smoked. The me that didn’t get arrested. The me that didn’t swear. The me that loved staying home with the family. The me that was content with doing nothing. The me that didn’t care if others were growing up faster.
I’ve had a great time going out and partying and just being bad in general. I’m...
The people in 1910 probably thought in 2010 we...
omgitsliz:
addictive
sippin on some whiskey on my hot mess of a monday night. and then drinking some more. deciding a drunk hickey fight is a good idea… huh. my bad. sorry.
why do i do this shit? i can’t think about the future. everything i do is always fun at the time, but i get boned up the ass in the future. i’ll bitch and complain about it, but i always know it’s my fault. and that i...
