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[11 May 2005|06:12pm] |
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So today was so extremely fucked up. I went to school in a decent mood and had big plans for the afternoon. Well Im walking to lunch and Meredith walks up to me and tells me Brendon Thayer died.
Brendon Thayer died.
I walk down the stairs and theres this huge group of people crying. I think like half the school went home today. I didnt know Brendon knew so many people.
Anyways Chris and I went home. Hung out with John, Mark, Bennett, and Byron for a while at Chris's. Byron and Mark were pretty bad off.
Dana came over and the three of us have been hanging out. I still cant believe Brendon's dead, like its hitting me in waves. Everytime I think of him doing something goofy it hurts.
Hopefully Brendon didnt die for no reason and everyone that knew him will get off that shit.
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[10 May 2005|11:50pm] |
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Wow. It actually took me a year to fuck things up here like I did in Florida. Im proud of myself.
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[10 May 2005|11:46pm] |
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I knew all along so I dont know why it's bothering me so much now that I know for sure. It just sucks. I mean it sucks because it was her but it sucks even more because it was both of them.
Tonight was fucked up. I think Dana hates me now. Chris told me today he thinks she has a crush on me...
Went to Ali's. Nothing happened. Shes cool though...
Out of cigarettes, have no money, and still owe Cody a pack. Tomorrow's gonna be fucked up.
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[10 May 2005|10:03pm] |
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The shit hit the fucking fan tonight.
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[18 Jul 2004|10:51am] |
My new username is Australiabound. If you're not on the list it's for one of three reasons. 1. I don't like you. 2. I didn't know if you still wrote in your livejournal. 3. I did't know if you still read livejournal.
If you want me to add you comment on either livejournal and I'll consider.
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[15 Jul 2004|10:54am] |
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Your mom, motherfuckers.
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[06 Jul 2004|02:24pm] |
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I have sat too long in my silence. I have grown too old in my pain. To shed this skin, be born again, it starts with an ending. So thank you friends for the time we shared. My love stays wiyh you like sunlight and air. Oh, I truly wish I could keep hanging around here but my joy is covering me. Soon, I will dissapear.
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[05 Jul 2004|11:41am] |
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Imagine suffering. Imagine suffering for a very long time. Imagine finding out that all that suffering won't matter in a matter of days.
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[04 Jul 2004|06:49pm] |
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And I swear to god if anyone calls my house for me and says more than 8 words to either one of my grandparents about anything at all....
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[04 Jul 2004|06:32pm] |
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Thanks to a "real friend" who decided to call my grandma at work and told her that I pop pills and snort shit I now have a 1 way ticket to Texas. See you in 2 years. Asshole.
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[04 Jul 2004|12:35pm] |
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Now that I've tried it I'm scared of what it could mean knowing I can get it whenever I want. I must never let this happen. I must never get a job.
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[03 Jul 2004|02:34pm] |
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And once again, Im single.
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[03 Jul 2004|02:03pm] |
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"Tell all the girls to go fuck themselves."
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[02 Jul 2004|01:23pm] |
i think i'll just stay right down here on this floor 'cause if i get back up, i'll only fall down more it ain't the liquor; it ain't the beer that keeps me down it ain't the sad songs or the heartache it ain't even this town well i must've had a pretty good time to end up here made a pretty good run; caught up with me, my dear there's no need to make a fuss 'cause i'll be alright just let me lay here a while, 'till i can stand up right
now i'm just a little bit tired, that's all and don't make me get up, 'cause i'll just fall
now please stop talking so loud and just let me sleep i ain't in nobody's way; they can step over me and i think i'll stay right down here on this floor 'cause if i get back up, i'll only fall down more
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[01 Jul 2004|04:45am] |
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Well Lindsay, that was a dramatic exit if I ever saw one.
Hmm, it seems walking home tonight I realized that I miss having sex.
I miss something else, too. My conection to the earth.
Wait a fucking minute, it all makes sense. I feel disconnected this summer. If Im disconnected I can freely float to the moon, and then drive to australia.. I must stay disconnected. I must see how far down this hole I've fallen into is.
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[28 Jun 2004|04:26am] |
I hope it eats you up inside Though I know it doesnt Suffer
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[28 Jun 2004|04:25am] |
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Walking home I saw a television on in someones house. Somehow, that lead to me thinking about how someone in the Shores was having sex right now. That lead to me thinking about whether any teens were having sex right now, which lead to something deeper. I wondered if any teens were laying in their squeaky white aluminum headboarded bed, asleep in each others after making love, not having sex, all night while their parents were out of town. I couldn't help but smile, I was truly happy for a few seconds. Just the thought of knowing two people were lucky enough to feel the way I once did. It was...mesmerizing. Then I thought about who that probably was, and how they were probably doing the exact same things we once did. How they were feeling towards each other, the exact same way we once felt towards each other. To know she felt the exact same way towards someone else..... My world shattered.
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[28 Jun 2004|12:20am] |
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I REFUSE to be brainwashed by my peers from now on. My thoughts and feelings are my own from here on out.
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[26 Jun 2004|12:09pm] |
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I don't have time for you anymore.
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