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Wish I lived on Love Street. Not anybody special, but I'm not one that you'll easily forget. Got a whole year and and some of clean living, and it's still weird sometimes. I still don't have a drivers' license...so that technically makes me the most pointless sober person/friend in the world..but I promise I'll carry your drunkass over my shoulder along the 405 if I have to. I have some bad tattoos, and I have some good ones. I'll never have enough. Always wanting to explore, yet I seldom get the opportunity to do so. There's always sand on my floor. I like cherry chapstick, leather bound journals, cheap eye liner, pawn shop jewelry, and my boyfriend's sweatshirts. I enjoy the finer things that life has to offer...but I treasure the cheapest as well. I love my city.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Get Your Uglyass Hands Off My Man

I really needed something like this to happen right now. I'm so sick of delusional girls fucking with me.


James is my boyfriend, and unless I have fucking legitimate proof that you're screwing him, you can go fuck yourself. I can't believe I almost believed in her shit. And you know what...I may not be Miss America, but I'm definitely prettier...and I hate complimenting myself. So much fucking drama...too much shit for a Monday.

And people ask me why I don't have any girl friends...my gender is notorious for annoying the FUCK outta me.

This just didn't add up.....being okay with him having illicit sex with other girls and being in love with me while aaaalsooo being her boyfriend??? So spiteful and out of the blue. Yeah, like my boyfriend even has the time of day to be a man whore...let alone want to cheat on me. Yes, the long distance has been rough, but it would just be so pointless to hang on and waste your calling minutes with some chick in California when you supposedly have a harem of Idaho girls. Why would you waste your time? If this was the case, we would have broken up a very long time ago.

I love him so much. It was hard hearing such bad things about him....and it really hurt me. Why do people want to hurt me so badly? Whatever, I'm really tired and I need to write a whole outline for my public speaking class tomorrow morning.

Funeral on Sunday.

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