:: .:d i c e d:. ::

I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

Free Palestine!

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v Wednesday, December 24, 2003 v

I can't care less....


I'm sickened by it all. I'm just jealously pissed off. When you don't have money, and you don't desperately need something, you just go without it, til you have money to buy it. You don't fucking go borrow from other people. ALL THE FUCKING TIME VERDAMMT!

I agree with your stupid abusive mother though with one fact: You are arrogant
You can make it big and unfortunately you are aware of that. And your prettiness also. And hence you think everything should be as you want it, and if they don't you curse like Satan's mouth...


Grow up!
Be more sensitive. Realise something. That your friend here is unhappy. Miserably. If you always say you have a good sense of perception, obviously, you fucking failed here.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 2:38 pm [+]