and on the seventh day, god told me to fuck off

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a formal welcome home

am i a …………. blogging guy? 

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i am not a blogging guy

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a formal welcome home

am i a ............. blogging guy? 

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i miss my GF so much 

wah wah wah wah

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happy spring/summer time:

i hate wanting to kill myself 

 i love friendship 

i wash and moisturize my face now

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attempt XI taxi tempt ax temp tit

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there are

many

limitations

when yr dead

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me:constant suicidal mess


Me also: fake as shit about it “I’m cool I’m fly ,can i get a high five for motherfucking Oxygen and Whatever-The-Opposite-of-Disparity-and-Emptiness-Is !

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arrested for being so cool and nice

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if you are feeling bad, you are feeling bad. i feel bad, but not the worst. i was feeling the worst maybe 3 hours ago. i can see how it is easy to feel the worst when you are around because you are such an easy pawn and i felt the worst

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i will love you. i promise

i promise next time that i see you, feeling the way i feel, it wont stop me

we’ll dance around in an underwater life, upside down

you will eat all my 12 grain bread but it will be toasted on both sides

we will make all the eggs hard boiled. it’s not the way i like them but it just feels right 

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I remember standing here with you, smoking a cigarette, and he didn't know where i was, and i was a little nervous in case he called, but i was so happy

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i wanna do dope so bad that sucks a lot

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rest in peace. fuck. i wrote satans spaghetti because of u. i love u, i love you

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happy valentines day i saw my ex and received the biggest side eye glare imaginable 

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ur....cute and it’s WIDLY inconvenient, fuck off

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when i sit waiting for the number 7 bus at port place, and watch the number 2 go by, i remember waiting for you to get off across the street, praying that you weren’t dead in vancouver. i hate these flashbacks