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Name: wtt.
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Los Angeles
Birthday: 1/1/1981


Interests: goth. black. punk. more black. skulls.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other


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Member Since: 11/16/2003

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Tuesday, October 14, 2008

it's funny how only a day has passed
and it just got worse

i have been sobbing all night yesterday, my eyes are all swollen, heavy and dry
oh and i didn't wear those ray bans to look like a rockstar
they were just to cover up the tears in my eyes

can't stop listening to ingrid michaelson's "giving up" and "the chain"
and it keeps making me cry

it's almost like
i'm crying all the tears that i kept locked away
since school started



i don't know what to say
i just want to cry some more.


Sunday, October 12, 2008

haven't written an entry in years, some horoscope suggested that i should pick up the blogging

oh dear, where do i start?

i've been eating so much since yesterday night (and yes, those who have been out of my life for quite some time, eating has become my new obsession)

it all started after the kid told me about it.
i dont know what it is

i just can't seem to relax, i'm so bothered by it, by her, by all the subtleness, by all the wondering, by all the yearning

what is it exactly that i expect from her?

i dont know what it is, why can't i control these outbursts, why can't i be grateful for the relationship i have with her
fuck,

don't tell me
because i still believe that i secretly know i do
but i'm denying it

oh fuck, FUCK. i just want to break things
but all i fucking do is breathe heavily and eat

obviously i'm upset, but what i am supposed to say to you?

 

because everytime i try,
your image engrosed in my mind
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Friday, June 13, 2008

just had dinner with some old friends from school,
it struck me.

i'm lonely

and when i'm lonely,
i keep thinking about the past.

it's annoying.

 

 

 

oh, dear old xanga.
it's nice to have you back...
reminds me of those secret messages for the special ones

 

the neglected ones



don't jock what you can't rock