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"we all want to die like movie stars you said
as you jumped from the height of our cutting room floor
while above us glowing, exploding,,
our dreams burst forth in light in death
hold me and tell me we'll burn like stars,
we'll burn as we fall
watch as city lights dance for us"


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Name: Jasmine
Birthdate: 15-01
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

live my nightmare ♥ 4:21 AM


im sorry
im sorry for doing the things we did
im sorry for what ive done to make you the way you are
im sorry for the fact that i stole that one time away from you
basically, im sorry that i fucked you up.

i have no idea whats wrong and whats right these days. theres so many things that i guess i coudl say. i could bitch about people for starters. i could also criticise everything and anything in my sight. i could also tell the person that they actually have no fucking right to tell me off because i know for a fact that i am not wrong. or i could tell someone that i like them. and have for a while.
but then again thats just stupid

its so stupid. ive tried to do things nicely. But what does happen if that "niceness" doesnt work? what am i meant to do? because it is plain to see that niceness gets you bitched about.. what would happen if i was to go as my true self? to be honest, no one has any fucking clue about what goes on and when i do mention something because we have a major event the next week, because everyone is right and of course i am wrong, everyone is allowed to bitch about me and make me feel the worse as possible. oh and dont forget, i did this last year. but of course that means im obviously dumber than everyone and have absolutely no clue about what anyone else feels. and what about distancing ourselves from this? really. great job guys. nice team work.

i wish he was here.? he seemed to know how to cheer me up when i feel like absolute crap. i wish that for once in my life, everything could go by the plan and everything will end up alright. but i guess happiness and reality to belong to the same universe. argh if anything. i just wish he knew. will he ever? or if anything. how long will this last? ah. such a complaining mood. what would it cost for life to go...as normal? without problems? without people always on your ass bitching about you? i realised. i really dont know anything about myself. alegria, alegria.

less than lithium. jassy




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