February 2011
17 posts
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January 2011
22 posts
“Don’t fuck with me, Asher. If you keep talking like that I’ll get...”
– Christopher Moore - A Dirty Job
I can’t eat and I can barely sleep. When I do get to sleep, I wake up crying. I’ve been reduced to nothing more than a wavering puddle. And I know I’ll eventually get over this, but it still feels like my heart is going to be this tattered and torn forever. Fuck, look at this shit, it’s bordering on bad poetry. You know you’re upset when you’re practically...
Bleh :/
I hate being angry. I’m never really angry, I’m only ‘angry’ because I’m upset and hurt. My sister robbed the gene pool completely of the ability to be angry (she also took height, boobs and a faster metabolism, the bitch). So now she’s always angry, like all the time. I, on the other hand, get angry for like a second and then realize that I’m just sad...
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