The Mad Hatter

pictures are just liars. pictures are just torture devices. pictures aren't real. you look more alive than anything in these, but you're gone. you're not coming back. you aren't still out there somewhere. and all i have left are these disgusting pictures.

I'm sick of you acting like we weren't friends to her. I'm sick of everyone ignoring the circumstances. I'm sick of feeling like her death was somehow my fault, and I'm sick of you two making it worse. I know I am not the best friend or person in the world, but I know enough about you both to know that you aren't either. You perpetuate this. It'll never go away, but now, it'll never get better, either. Never say we didn't try. Never say anything about her. You didn't even fucking know her. But she hurts herself, and her life is over, and suddenly, you were something more than a penpal. I know we're all still hurt from April. But you have no right to make accusations about us and our friendships. We tried. Everyone here tried. Her free will won her. I still fucking cry all the time because I didn't do anything and one of my best friends and the person who took me to God killed herself. You cry because someone you sort of knew died, and you blame us for not stopping her. And at her funeral? I had to sit in the balcony. Alone. I had to watch everyone comfort you. I had to bury my best friend that day without hardly anyone understanding anything about us. I miss her. I'll never stop, and nobody will ever know. Yet I am one of the few who will be blamed for this.

Emily would rather know about Serbian women. :angry:

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$5 GETS BEWBZ

You could do the internets thing and open a paypal thing like everyone does and tell everyone about your goal, and what you want to do, and be :cheesy: and stuff. But there are a lot of ways to get sponsored, through churches and businesses and stuff like that; I'm sure you can reach your goal.

Borrow mine.

Then this game isn't any fun. ;_;

But the words sound like the way they're spelled. :(

That reminds me of how gross everyone thought the brass section was because of our spit valves. But the clarinets sometimes leaked spit/weird condensation from their instruments.

french vanilla cappuccino. my teeth feel like they're being nommed on by sweet stuff. D:

Some of it is honestly a little on the dangerous side...also, it's very expensive to live there (compared to other places, anyway). D: But on the whole, it's a beautiful city with lots of things to do and see. I really do love it.

it's hot and i wish this semester was over...

I love Yoss.

CHRISTIAN BALE

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<3

my body is ready

I'd like to dedicate to Tammi. :')

or maybe more americans are posting here lololol

Unfortunately, he still says "life goes on; it gets so heavy". :|

Billy Pilgrim :uhoh: sort of

no i'm tammi

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lovedrug