[samara]â„¢

Samara Sweeney - professional myspace skank, retarded dancer, gives rare yet special presents at christmas, cannot handle alcohol, loves her friends unconditionally except on monday mornings until at least recess, beleives that you can get away with anything on a sunday... samara: "im not a whore, im a classy whore" jacko: "how can you be a classy whore?" samara: "easy, I don't take coins only notes, I have standard in the customers I bring on board and I don't negotiate, give headjobs or go ass to mouth"................ im the worst sort of person because I laugh at your misfortune behind your back because it makes mine go away for a little while. I haven't removed my ipod headphones from my ears for longer then 24 hours since I got it. my hiptop doesn't leave my side. don't ask me if im ok when I look like shit, the answer is always no and I'll end up telling you something you don't wanna hear. I truely be, the mentally unstable daughter of joanne and marc (spelt with a c? he must be artistic) stoneyford licks dick, yet people love coming to my house. the only time I ever felt free was in salerno. the only time I missed this hole was in italy. I grew up to fast, and now im suffering for it. I have a job that takes the life out of me because I don't know how to say no. I have to pass year 12 but all I want to do is sleep. I drag myself out of bed in the mornings....oh and people wanna steal my pills id give anything to sit in a playground drunk with venny, id give anything to sit next to tim on a train and talk shit, id give anything to go back to italy and fall in love all over again with the town of Mugnano del Cardinale and do school at Imbriani Liceco. I wasn't me in italy, I was Samanta and I had no worries. me and my friends wear flannos on weekends, we drink at eachothers house and doctument the night through photos that devestatingly appear on everyones myspace. I envy many of those girls. I envy my sister because she's average height. I hate midget jokes, their just not funny and their just rude. for christmas I want a real mum. I live for sexy sleep over night with dave. I can't get his smell out of my mind, a memory I've had for nearly 2 years. I regret more then you, I over think situations that happened, I dwell in the past wondering how I fucked up, then find out where and get sad. psychologist: samara its called a depression spiral.