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So when they told me I had to get rid of my brain, I told them to go fuck themselves, because I decided to write down my feelings instead of sit there and talk to a stranger about them.
I always knew that it was the crazy people who ran the nuthouses. I didn't want to be locked up in one of them while they gave me fake smiles and medicine, as though I was another guinea pig in this fucked up world.
It makes you wonder what the others are thinking, whether they're stalking you, or thinking about you at night, or masturbating to a picture of you while you're writing in your diary about how you just broke up with that guy next door.
Maybe our thoughts were given to us by some dragonfly who buzzed by, was bored, and decided to watch us kill each other and laugh.
You never know these days
crimson_fade's Journal
I LIKE RED
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This joke has gone too far
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January 21, 2010, 08:52:pm
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My premium membership expires tomorrow. I'm thinking about renewing it, but I don't know yet.
Music: MSI
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And it worked like a charm
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January 07, 2010, 02:25:pm
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Heute habe ich Geburtstag! Singen sie fur mich!
No no, just kidding about the singing part.
Anyway, I has a cold.
And I got it off the interwebz.
Mood: Good
Music: Garbage
Props: 10
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Invaders must die
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November 20, 2009, 08:50:pm
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Mood: Tired
Music: The Prodigy
Props: 3
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Doo-dee-dah
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November 11, 2009, 09:48:pm
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I'll work on my English essay in the morning.
So we had [another] bathroom fire in school today. My school's getting quite the reputation. Guns in school, fires in the bathroom... yup, that's my high school for you.
Anyway, since today was the first day we couldn't really use backpacks, I forgot my keys at home. Which resulted in me spending a couple of hours at my friend's house. I'm not exactly complaining, but I was really in need of a shower, and I had planned on playing Sims.
But anyway, around 6-ish another friend came over. It's fun introducing her to Wicca. We played Chess, listened to some songs, and looked through some books.
We all come from the Goddess
Mood: tired
Music: Benny Goodman (Yesssssssss...)
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In the land of the Dead
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November 09, 2009, 09:32:pm
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Empathy has no exceptions
Its slick intrusions do not
escape the corners of
your eyes
You can't even scream
because you feel
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My German teacher was hiding under his desk today.
Only he could do something like that without looking stupid.
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I hate AP English. I just DON'T wanna write this essay.
Mood: tired
Music: Voltaire
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