:: .: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 Saturday, December 20, 2003 v

I don't know anymore. Why is it she's the one asking for help and all, and I answer almost all her bidding. Then, she turns me down. I'm pissed off that she cancelled the swimming then, goes off shopping and gets a lot of clothes. Since when does she have a lot of money?

I feel so abandoned and used... If you could read this... I hope that guilt will enshroud you like a dark, heavy cloak that drags you down into a dark tunnel, so that you shouldn't feel joy...


I am so evil.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 2:00 pm [+]