December 2011
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FFUUUUUUCKKKK MANNNN. I thought writing my college essay was going to be exciting. But now that I’ve finished them, I don’t know if I particularly love it. It feels unnatural and I am hopelessly uninspired. I need a muse, a savior to this state of utter bemusement; I need something that will help bring out the kind of skillful writer and intriguing person that is me. Why oh why must...
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I need my Chi balanced.
Damnit.
I hate when I’m feeling so out of my mind that I waste my whole day. It makes me feel even more insane just realizing how I throw away the days.
Why doesn’t my mind function when I want it to?
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There you go again, leaving me in the dark.
But then again, did you ever bring me into the light? Or rather was it just a different shade of shadows ?
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We are all procrastinating ignoramuses.
Don’t you hate when you start listing wonderful things to do when you get the free time and you get all anxious and happy, But then you realize you have to first finish the task at hand, which you should be doing instead of the listing, but you do it anyways because it makes you happier than doing the shit you should be doing.
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I confess I like the taste of blood and raw meat. Lightheartedly, my friend says I’m a potential cannibal. But I’m just a girl who has a taste for very fresh food.
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I could always close my eyes and feel how it is to be dead. It is the feeling of absolute nothingness.
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I was bred by inappropriate parents
They rate hot girls that pass by.
And say they’d do a threesome with old decrepid women they see on the streets.
What is this madness.
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I just feel like walking without a thought. Going anywhere, feeling numb, feeling good, and then feeling numb again. So you don’t anticipate the crash of things after something good happens.
Pinnacle in a shady basement and hearing my best friend puking.
An adventure of disgusting shit.
Having one of those nights where all I want is a room of silent solitude for my aimless thoughts that desire to wander for hours.
Even intoxication doesn’t provide a means to put you to rest.
You’re still living inside of me.
And I feel so fucked up to not let it all go; Like having a necrophilian fetish, I continue on.
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Anonymous asked: r u a virgin?
I’m so fucking sorry that I get upset and stressed too.
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So I spent like $200 in Christmas gifts, including a Michael Kors wallet for my mother.
She better love me and forgive me already.
Damn, I’d hate be a pimp.
A woman’s forgiveness is fucking expensive.
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Take me as you will - I have nothing to hide.
1.Sexuality -Straight, yet bi-curious 2.Insecurities -None in particular, but I am insecure as everyone is at times 3.Best memory -A service trip to South Dakota, playing with Lakota children. -Getting my tragus pierced with my beloved Canadian cousins -And hopefully my whole life, at the end of it. 4.Worst memory -Seeing myself with nothing but despair, loneliness, and affliction - with all of...
Go with the flow of things, and you will find yourself at one with the...
– Chuang Tzu (via katiekashmir)
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Confession.
I fear: never being wanted by anyone/everyone.
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You don’t need everyone,
but you still feel abandoned.