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Will they ever measure up to the way you left me?
Here by the roadside, the bloodiest cadaver
Marked in your words:
I'm the joke,
I'm the bastard
Here wait, so I guess that you knew
That you're a selfish little whore
I'm the selfish little whore
If I had my way I'd crush your face in the door
This is the brainchild of my friend Cyndi and myself. This is to represent survivors of or friends and family of those who have committed suicide. This is to let people know that they always have someone they can talk to in their darkest hour. If you suffer from depression or have suicidal thoughts, please, let your voice be heard. You do not have to suffer in silence. Please share this.
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Made by Cyndi. She's good people.
Here's the thing: I am perfect in every single way you can imagine. No matter what you say or how you act, you will not convince me otherwise. I spent my whole life hoping someone would see the diamond in the rough and they never did. Fuck diamond in the rough. More like GODDESS. Body, Soul, and Mind. Fuck you and your imposing insecurities.
I talk too much. I say "fuck" a lot. This isn't because I'm an ignorant gen xer or 'generation y' slut. But only because 'fuck' encompasses every rivaling emotion. However, I have a working brain stem so I can do without it when necessary. I'm 26 (how revolting) now and don't know how to drive. That's right, I don't. Please shut up before you start. Before you ask yourself "how could she not know how to drive?!" ask yourself: "Why the fuck do I care?" My soul sister is Kate, the first person on my Top 8. First in my life. Through her, all good things come. I don't know what I would do without her. She is my heart and the reason why I remain breathing. You will never be as important to me so don't even try. You'll only hurt in the end. And oh, boy, do I drink. A lot. I mean, it worries me. Not only will I drink you under the table...but there is no table. Plus, I don't have sex. That's right. I'm done with that whole game. Fuck having sex. MySpace Layouts My new passion is to realize a new way I rock every single day. It isn't very hard. YAY LEXAPRO! Well, at least, when I take it. I cram myself into your mind. Seriously, think of one person you know that's cooler than me. That's right, you fucking can't.
I read everything. The secret life of woman jews. The killer hurricanes of the 20's. How much America hates Christmas (light reading). Lately I've gotten into watching documentaries about conspiracies. Whether there's a God or not or even if land masses move or if it's really the earth growing in size. Love the truth as told by people I'll neve rknow. It's out there or some such mess.
Doc Scurlock didn't really have a China Doll.
I want people to wonder what my 'deal' is. Kinda like I'm a female Woody Harrelson.
AIM me at Dividedjoy81 or if you're really bored, check out HalfAngelAngeline at Vampirefreaks.com. But seriously, IM me because I'm painfully bored most times. I won't cyber with you because I'm beyond that.
And if you suck, even slightly, I'm apt to block you so think about it before you bother.
I'm figuring out life and wondering why it never matters how much YOU love someone... Only how much they love you BACK.
I moved to New York for nothing.
Returned.
TYLER, YOU ARE SO DAMN INFLUENTIAL. DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!
I really wonder if band myspaces even read your profile before begging for your attention because I keep getting thugsters asking for my hand in marriage. Haven't you heard I like them blond and a quarter gay? AND NO, I AM NOT ON MYSPACE TO BE THE SPICE IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP. YOU DON'T WANT ME: I'm fat.
marry me then forget me
You Are a Martini
There's no other way to say it: you're a total lush.
You hold your liquor well, and you hold a lot of it! What Mixed Drink Are You?