March 2009
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*!#@(&(*@#
Bradin woke me up again. This time at 5:30. Fucker.
Do we ever really fall out of love?
Maybe. I don’t know. I thought I did. But everyone’s saying different things. I guess I have second thoughts about that whole thing.
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Survey.
Put your favorite music player on shuffle (Party Shuffle on iTunes) and fill in the names of the songs in the order they show up ;) To cheer myself up I: Where Everybody Knows Your Name (Cheers Theme Song)- Gary Portnoy
My best friend is like: Artist in the Ambulance- Thrice
My message to the world has always been: Highway to Hell- AC/DC My deepest secret is: Such Great Heights- Iron & Wine
...
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Dear Bradin,
Please don’t wake me up at four in the morning anymore xD
Love,
Me.
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I don't know
Why does my life suck so hard?
Jesus.
“Why would you think about breaking up with a guy that treats you right?”
– My best friend, Connor.
I put a record on, put it on and sing along with...
The Wackness.
Luke Shapiro: Do me a favor, Steph?
Stephanie: Huh?
Luke Shapiro: Don't say nothin, ok? Just stand there til I leave. I wanna remember this. I've never done it before.
Stephanie: Never done what?
Luke Shapiro: Had my heart broken.
we happened. →
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the new peahen.
:]
I still have to name her.
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here
you were the best i’ve never had.
“Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never...”
– Unknown (via littlemiss) (via gatekeeper)
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wonderment
I wonder what it would have been like to be the asteroid that destroyed them all.
“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
– Perks of Being a Wallflower
Fuck You Very Much
:]
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how liberating
It’s odd. I finally cut my hair after a year.
Five to six inches.
I look awesome.
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It's simple.
I realize how steady I am. I’m really strong, and people don’t like to admit that.
^
I think I wrote that like three hours ago, wtf life.
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Things I Hate, Part One:
1. Waiting. I hate waiting. Stupid waiting.
2. Food. Food makes me want to puke. (For the record, I really used to like eating. Till my mom called me a fatass).
3. Parents. Both of them. I’m not even going to talk about it.
I feel like I can’t write anymore fuck this shit.