I hate... I repeat hate hearing about how bad you life is mate! Seriously when will people understand that i just don't care anymore, i do not have to therefore the responsibility has flown away to a far away plcace. All you do is tell em how shite life is, well guess what; I already learnt that the hard way... do you not rememeber when i was 12?! 'Dick Shit.' Yes life can be a bit of a bastard, life at home is a bit awkard at time - tell me what teenagers home isn't? - and yes your dad dying is a terrible thing. There are children in the world with no Father's, no Mother's and no friend's. At least you still have friends, family if you need them, your family have always pulled through despite what you say.
I hate the fact you lie to me and your friends. It is particularily petty that you have so many oppotunities that pass you by, and when i explain to you about them; you just make up an excuse, that fits, so that it is someone else's fault. It is ALWAYS someone else fault. Well I try to believe in the idea of fate and 'self-forefilling prophecies', it does nto work both ways, if everyone makes life so damn difficult for you then they have their own agenda and influences. This is also results in you making choices (deciding your own fate), which means whatever happens to you affects other people and also concurs that you have fucked your own fucking life up.
I am sorry i was neevr a supportive enough girlfriend, i did cheat, i did lie, i was depressed when i couldn't help it. I did cut but i watched you ever day blame someone else, i watched you everyday kill yourself with drink and cigarette's and everyday i died inside for you. I'm sorry if i cannot understand you. But i think you really have to learn to deal with this... Becuase i have has to deal with shit... it's up to me to make things better and visa versa.
Good Bye.

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The Special People. - cos im so scrummy and special!

                            Fucktarded, spankin' diddler shit off!!!! YEAH BABEY

-----> welcome to my humble abode!!! you
will se me in the booooodwoir!

Just because you know i pimp better than you ever could! my best chums from bucks!!!
pimpin. the. sexual. bucks. possi. + pimpin. the. bucks. possi.2

Back in the good old days... fings to remember

RANT.... because you know it makes sense...

Slogan's...... Yes you too can sloganise and laugh with the fool...

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- - - ->''T'aint the point, Sugar. You Tinkerbelled him. (Ooh-er), and that is a sin''
- - - -> ''Then Sinner i shall be... Sin One Shall''

                  one day my aunt told me i was a 'randy' guinea pig... make sense i suppose

                                   The. Shit.
                                  I. Seriously.  Over. Use. The. Word. Sweetie.
                                  I. <3 Blowing. Kishes.
                                  I. <3. My. Fwendies.... They. Are. Fools. Just. Like. Moi.
                                  Boofed. Up. Hair.
                                  LouLou-Bel's. Smurf. Voice. Without. Doubt Makes. Me. Go. All. Goofy.
                                  [stealing beauty]s is my DEVOTED lover.... huggles sweetiepie x.x.x
                                  She.[ACCOUNT DELETED.]] Is. My 'Dippy. Porkupine. Princess.'
                                  Lime. Green. && Pink. Are. V.V.Captivating.
                                  && The. Statement. Of. The. Week. - ''Hands That Do Dishes Can Be Soft As Your Winky.''


Tee Hee.

Boofed.

http://elftown.lysator.liu.se/_Pseudo%20HTML%20pro - to rememeebr for html

It has been a long time, since i have to reside myself to right again. I know i can't dissapoint my parent's anymore... they see how hard i work to try and get where i want to be. But it just seems like a levels are far above me. I cannot really explain, I'm just scared to let myself down. I'm not supposed to think like this and i am certainly not supposed to feel this weak. I make jokes like: ''Guess what mr cornish (after the 6th time he tried to explain sexual reproduction in plants) i give up... i'm just going to be a Hobo. Could be fun.'' But in simple terms i just do not wanna be me anymore. I hate the pressure and i hate the feeling like i'm never going to aspire to what i want to be. Which sucks i guess, as Mullin's tells me ''it's not crying it's called a breakdown Jess'' - but i have no faith in myself. I will be utterly amazed if i manage to pull this off. I so desperatly just want to start again because then i feel i have the time... it seems time is running out for me.
I couldn't stop the crying. I couldn't stop the harsh thing spinng arund in my head, you all tell me it's the stress, just seems like i cannot believe in myself anymore. I resign.

I Hate when people are nieve ... says the person who is the most niave person i know.. who never excepts his blame and makes it everyone elses fault.. hmmmmmmm i Guess he Hates Himself

fings to remember... for my groupies and the good old days in school....

i never know what to say and it's hurting me so much i know i just wana run to you and cry out all my fears, but we both know we'll never be the same. And i know i will have the instant reaction and hope to hold you once again i know ive lost you.... if i know all this then why don't i know what to say?

despite how much we all annoy each other i do love you... i feel let down by to many peeps that i trusted and i knwo its your way of doing things i just had more faith!!!! i just wanna start again and a clean slate! cos right now were not gettin anywhere xxxxx

hey hun, you know i love you but get some balls dont lie to jason it upsets me as well as it has upsetted him! i dont like having ago but im not gonna sit around and watch people especially joey get his hopes for nothing... alot of stuff about you means something to him and you dont realise... it makes me jealous but o well! so if you organise something with him and then ask him to make him stand you's up (i know joey asked him too, but at least explain to him whats really going on)... then dont come up with lame excuses! sorry but i have to say it because he wont he'l just let it ride and get himself down more!

singing in harmony
we know whats left
to dream about

and the light
it shines a brighter
kinder o' understanding
and the dreams
of those who need
what's shared, a rescuing


so, where we meet
where we see
and thoughts are taking over

may i help you sir
i will share your fears
save your tears
may i help you sir
i guide you far
further than the dark
and when i help you sir
forgive me if you please

Blood pastes the walls and floors, leaving the girls mark stained in the carpets. This is where she hides and where she cried her confessions, knowing the walls will keep her secret screams. She looks into a scraped and shattered mirror and sees what she dreads: the ten thousand images of her pale, withdrawn and withered look. Here the reflections portrays blood shot eyes that have sunken into her skull, where her uglyness is hidden, for she hasn't eaten in days.
Here, most would seek pity in such a shameful look, a girl starved, crying for help yet speechless, but i see the beauty in her sorrow...
Yes, i do see your dramatic reactions to something so propostrous but you will have to understand the beauty of the soul and mind to understand true delicate beauty! I see how she is on the edge of life and whos mind put her there. Now there is the beauty, an asstrocity among many a murderous minds. He was a man who enjoyed to push her to the edge, telling her love was only achievable through paranoia, misconception of society's beauty and pain. Do you still understand?!?!?!

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