| the flame still burns after all this time. feeling infinite and worthless at the same time. the conflict remains and i continue to self medicate. sorry, surpression can only go so far. |
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| if one more person calls me a fuckin junkie or is so quick to judge me, i'm gonna lay them the fuck out. they call themselves such rebelious "punk rockers", but they turn right the fuck around and try to dictate eachothers' lives... is it just me or isn't that what they're supposedly against? a real friend would give the advice, "do what you want," and then be there when you need them, not when they believe you need them. it's imposing and trust me, i'm happy with my life, i've got it handled, and i don't need you to pick me up. and don't even try to tell me i'm in denial, i know myself a lot better than you do and if i needed someone to tell me to stop doing what i do, i'd let you know. it's also really fucked up how some of you try to teach me a lesson again by just cutting all ties with me, or maybe it's just out of selfishness. either way, i'm weeding through all the bullshit and finding out who my real friends are, so if you care about me, just be a fucking friend, not my parent. |
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| ya know, i really don't understand why taking pictures of yourself drinking is a new fad... |
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| shitty day from now on, when i get offended, i'm voicing it. i drink, take drugs, and get fucked up... fuck you. i need to get far from this place, i haven't had a real vacation in over 3 years. my mind is screaming louder than you can imagine. FUCK... i'm nuts. A touch of sanity is most desired, but least attainable. words bite... in many ways. but i still haven't found out the proper way to use them. i'm listening to velvet acid christ and the damn part that shows that is fucked up. |
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