Because im feeling better.
Journal Entry: Sat Jun 16, 2007, 2:09 AM
Its rained every day since ive been in here, but im feeling better.
The Tcp is making me,
making me better for worse,
squares in my bubbles reflecting the state im in, finding hash on the floor makes you smile & exersize machines can help your muscles when walking doesnt work.
Massive C's on your heal can HURT, so ive heard
for two days ive done nothing but today i put my bra on and even though mt armpits are still hairy im feeling better.
Last night i was helping china by swallowing because the pain was like lifting rock.
Coughing up yellow and green yeah i blame the cutters choice.
more than Golden V.
On the third day i can rejoice
Because im feeling better.
Ive munched my way through far to many red pills, they just look so tasty.
Hot sweats and strange dreams on this bed & missing real life.
first night i dreams of glastonbury and trying to pass spliffs to people who werent there.
This isnt a sad story its just a note.
because im feeling better.
- Mood:
Shame - Reading: a page
- Watching: my hands type
- Eating: anything i can swallow
- Drinking: anything i can keep down/
Devious Comments
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speak style because smoking skills.
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the madhatter gallery >> shop, rufus, fat creatures, black eyeshadow, pearls, sad clouds, dark ladies, my little ponies >> [link]
yes it is the im famous Aqua Man! haha
yes i am quite the artist i must say
Forks!
xx
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la la la do do do
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inexplicable
worga
,is pretty like pie i love the way shes beautiful and her feet are always dry
x
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cant stand me now
you are well bad xx
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get a haircut
kisses alround...................................... babe
heh heh im cool *looks smug*
lalalalalalalove yuh
snip snip
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Oh if every angel's terrible
Then why do you watch her sleep
You love to hear her sing
And wear purple eyes like rings
Well the flowers have no scent
And the child's been miscarrie
fugly bug ball.
u dont need art for people to comment here.
so saidies should suck a fag,aragagag.
i wanna be like popeye.
he eats spinach and becomes kool,. but spinach is for popeye and olive not me and you.
watch her wiggle her arms.
loving myself cos no one else will
xxx
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*Love is seen not with the eyes but with the mind, therefor is baby cupid painted blind*
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Oh if every angel's terrible
Then why do you watch her sleep
You love to hear her sing
And wear purple eyes like rings
Well the flowers have no scent
And the child's been miscarrie
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How would you feel if i's to go?
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How would you feel if i's to go?
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cant stand me now
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