It All Started When I Was About 13 and in the 8th grade . ..i Was growing up alot faster then alot of the other girls so i looked like i was about 16 or 17. I Wanted to go out ALL the time. i had friends alot older then me and boyfriends that were… Continue reading True Story – Suicidal thoughts -my LIfE
Tag: puke
lesbianage
seems i had a few drinks last night and i committed lasbianage. That is the term I have come up with for lesbian acts under the influence, of anything. seems i woke up with my face in my friend’s lap, seems i’m covered in puke and female cum, seems sex is a casually promiscuous thing… Continue reading lesbianage
The Day that didn’t exsist (true story)
The dizziness was kicking in and when I looked into his eyes I knew I shouldn’t have taken that extra sleeping pill. But that day I was feeling down and ugly, so I figured, why not. Your cute little cousin was staring at me in a way that seemed as if he was asking “What’s… Continue reading The Day that didn’t exsist (true story)
Shit, Drugs, Fingernails, Ghosts and MUCH MUCH MORE!!!
(To be placed in darkness) Shit muthafucker, my face is loose on my skull. I shake my head but the flesh is out of sequence. Hi everyone do you like scary movies? I just watched one, that poor girl was going to get raped, but then they killed her. I think I can’t feel my… Continue reading Shit, Drugs, Fingernails, Ghosts and MUCH MUCH MORE!!!
Blood thats too red and tears too salty
Joe….Everytime I hear that name I wanna puke….Can’t even listen to a certain song….its the same one he played in his car that day….Screaming inside and no hears me….ripping at my hair as if to disembowel my thoughts….Crying and there isn”t any tears left….My only comfort is my blood….
Those five seconds
I walk through the same hall… everyday, I see the same people walk past me with their eyes intentionally pointed away from me… everyday, and I hear the same gossip being past along by the same mindless, incoherent, disgusting people… everyday. This day was different, incredibly different. When I took my same everyday walk… I… Continue reading Those five seconds
Wake up and smell the Anthrax.
This is a (non – existant) diary entry. 21st June 2003