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SecretPlaceInMyHead's Journal
The life of Ducky.
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Yet again
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November 22, 2008, 08:35:pm
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I'm going to be at Brads for awhile because I can't deal with the bullshit of this house so I'm going to be crashing there.
Mood: tired of bullshit and missin Brad
Music: ICP
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Until Friday
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November 19, 2008, 05:57:pm
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I'll be crashin at Brads house until Friday so you wont be able to get hold of me I'm only online because I needed more Cloths and condoms.
Mood: Hungry
Music: Listening to Brad talk to wow
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:D I can't wait
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November 15, 2008, 03:19:pm
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I cant wait until tonight when my baby gets here. 
Mood: cant fucking wait.
Music: people drama
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What the fuck ever
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November 13, 2008, 09:49:am
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I love how when you do something you were told then get in trouble for doing it. It's like the biggest smack in the face. Being punished for whats right, Ya have to love it. I just can't stand when people say things then come back and say I don't give a shit about what I said the day before this is how I feel now. The other thing I love is when something like this does happen the day after you are the biggest fucking and every little thing you do is wrong. People wonder why I think so poorly of myself and death seems like an option most of the fucking time.
Now because I did as I was told I'm probably going to get the one and only thing that makes me happy right now. So I'll just sit here and become the little emotional ball of fuck I use to be.
I just cant wait to see how long the list of fuck ups will be today. Who wants to bet I'll end up cutting by the end of the night....
Mood: Fuck it
Music: Nothing
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What the fuck ever
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November 05, 2008, 06:32:pm
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I'm in a really bad fucking mood all I want to do is hold someone down and beat the fucking shit out of them. I can't take this house and the people in it anymore. I just want to throw my laptop across this stupid fucking living room or should I say my bed room. I don't see the point in anything in anymore nothing seems real all this shit just feels like a day dream or an really sick twisted thought I can't get out of. Every little thing is pissing me off the rain on the window, the feeling of my clothes moving over my skin, the thought of going to sleep, the light in this god forsaken room, the fact that I have to pretend for everyone else,the cats that wont get alone, everything. I feel like bits and pieces of me are falling away every few minutes almost like I will never fine them again. Like I will never be whole again like I ever was.
This fucking day couldn't get any fucking worse I'm getting to the fucking point where I don't give a shit I really fucking don't.
Promises mean shit and so do you.
I know none of you will read this and I know if you do you wont care or say anything about it.
Mood: go fuck yourself
Music: my mind
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