November 4, 200916 yr Sorry in advance to an germans who read my disgracing of your language. Ich mochte nach bett gehen, weil ich sehr mude bin. Ich werde mein Deutsch Hausaufgaben morgen lernen. Es ist sehr schwer und langweillig. D:
November 4, 200916 yr Okay... I need to figure out what I care deeply about and what I want to do about it. Before tomorrow.... :wtf:
November 4, 200916 yr Warum?! I hasse deutsch lernen. Es ist sehr langweilig und nicht gut, denn meine lehrerin ist zornig mir jeden tag. Meine Lehrerin ist das Problem!
November 4, 200916 yr THIS IS MY 1000TH POST :dance: :dance: :dance: :dance: :wacko: :lol: :) :nice: :wacky: :p :smug:
November 4, 200916 yr ^^ Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy.. you said something about learning German...and then memorization... :fail: :facepalm:
November 4, 200916 yr :laugh3: It's ok.. though i am still slightly confused. :) i need sleep. Buh Bye :nice:
November 5, 200916 yr I would recommend living in denial! But I was just thinking about what it takes to make all this stuff go - really, quite an amazing effort by dedicated, intelligent people working the bugs out, getting stuff to come off the production lines, etc..
November 5, 200916 yr I'm wondering if it Starbucks Guy remembers what happened last weekend and if he noticed it was me. haha.
November 5, 200916 yr :thinking:me: im sorry im scared depressed hurting unsure enraged suffocating drowning screaming sobbing shaking crying dizzy sick exhausted paranoid frozen violated . . . dead inside defeated alone numb i hate this hate me him my f my m my r m k for leaving and not calling deep feeling souls who see only in abstract my neighbours who are meth***** booze my tattoo my hair my scars the sun the voices in my head the house that breaths and talks to me at night my teddy that used to listen and catch my tears and now only catches the dust i hate the thought of another sunrise, with or without you i hate being so controlled by everyone and everything else. i want to want to feel want to bleed and sting and burn i want to jump and sink into the cold river bottom and float downstream passing by everything happy and bright and joyous i hate christmas and money and hunger and fire because i cannot feel the colour of its flames scorching my pain away i hate the paintings on our walls because i cannot crawl into them and join the life they portray they lie i hate being touched and wanted and desired and the thought of never wanting to want it the way i should. i hate the way men look at me and and through me because they know i am the shell of what i could have been i hate my own heartbeat and wish it would stop , it is irritating to my soul. 7 minutes me: i shut up now :embarassed::shame:goodnight:escaping2:
November 5, 200916 yr it is my one year anniversary at coldplaying :wacky: and today is the exhibit, i wonder if ill make it :thinking:
November 5, 200916 yr I need a pet....a dog or a cat..... I need to kiss the sweet snout of a random bowwow - miaow :confused: ............... ............:toilet:
November 5, 200916 yr :thinking:me: im sorry im scared depressed hurting unsure enraged suffocating drowning screaming sobbing shaking crying dizzy sick exhausted paranoid frozen violated . . . dead inside defeated alone numb i hate this hate me him my f my m my r m k for leaving and not calling deep feeling souls who see only in abstract my neighbours who are meth***** booze my tattoo my hair my scars the sun the voices in my head the house that breaths and talks to me at night my teddy that used to listen and catch my tears and now only catches the dust i hate the thought of another sunrise, with or without you i hate being so controlled by everyone and everything else. i want to want to feel want to bleed and sting and burn i want to jump and sink into the cold river bottom and float downstream passing by everything happy and bright and joyous i hate christmas and money and hunger and fire because i cannot feel the colour of its flames scorching my pain away i hate the paintings on our walls because i cannot crawl into them and join the life they portray they lie i hate being touched and wanted and desired and the thought of never wanting to want it the way i should. i hate the way men look at me and and through me because they know i am the shell of what i could have been i hate my own heartbeat and wish it would stop , it is irritating to my soul. 7 minutes me: i shut up now :embarassed::shame:goodnight:escaping2: :stunned::cry:
November 5, 200916 yr i wont call you cause you will still forget. im wondering how can a person so dont have a head.
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