Fuck
Just fuck
I was molested by a 14 year old chick
She says she wanted to see how easy I was.

I'm fucking sick!
like
I'm dying you guyssssss!

Melissa got me a huge squeeky thing that's fucking amazing. I need a date for the formal, anyone wanna go with me? I'm in love with a Asian artist named Danielle, met her at el parteh.

OH
BY THE WAY
KEIRA
MY FRIENDS DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU COSPLAY AS AT KUMORICON.

I'm still dying
27 days till moshpits
a week until I'm getting paid 68 bucks to chill with a bunch of actors.
Did you know
I'm in that movie
based on the book
which I really despise
Twilight ne?
Melissa forces me to read the book so I know what the fuck I'm doing, I still think it's lame.

But
I'm not going to lie
who the casted as Edward is kinda hot, but I hate the casting.


I'M DYING SAMI'S HAIR BLACK, BLUE AND BLONDE
OH IT'S GOING TO BE AMAZING.

I need to dye my hair black again...hmmm, I'll do that this weekend.

I'm supposed to be grounded, CALL/TEXT ME FOOLS!
We need to get together

lyke
srsly

=)

Ahhh, my failures are all coming back to bite me in the ass, haven’t they? My poor watermelon flavored condom is having relationship problems with his boyfriend. I’m carrying The ha’s child apparently (This is according to her). I can’t bring myself to tell Taichou what I really need to tell her. I also can’t say no to Drug bitch. I left you in the first place because of stupid addictions, don’t fucking pull guilt trips. Venus Envy says she made out with Alucard, boy did she rip his heart out. Alucard, I can’t wait to rip it out as well. I gave you the warning darling, poor child. No, poor naiveté.

Let me tell you how my friends fuck, or rather, how the preps fuck. Not with cocks and cunts, but with tongues. They bitch about fashion, laughing, but nothing really comes out.  Pressing cold tongues to pearly whites. How they annoy me, them and they’re bitching about stilettos that we’re on sale for fucking $90.00. Parading around in Prada, not caring where the fuck they’re Mommy or Daddy’s credit card is. Bitching about being over-weight when you can see they’re fucking spleen.

Days wear down to Blonde Bitch’s birthday. I regret this fact and try to avoid it. I asked my mother if she would ground me and she refused. I should go, she says, to support her. Support her masochism? Her ignorance? Her naiveté? I don’t have patience for her. Or Fuku. Or for Izury. Watermelon flavored condom is the only one I enjoy sometimes, and even then my patience runs thin. He explains that he is not pretty enough, even though he is so gorgeous it hurts my eyes. He does not understand. He does not believe me. I cannot explain the pain this causes. I scratch at that soft spot in the middle of my palm, the place that I scratch but does not really itch, and I try to think of ways to get out of her party. I’ll probably end up going. I’ll probably end up slipping paxil into her drink just to keep her calm. “Are you guys having fun?” ”What do you want to do?” Every five minutes. Just give her more paxil. Things will be FINE.  

Enough of my philosophical rambling. Okay, that’s a lie. Sometimes I’m sick of loving everyone. I’m sick of being the one people depend on. I’m sick of depending on people. I care so much the skin under my fingernails bleeds and turns black, but I am rarely held, recognized, encouraged. Sometimes loneliness makes me more vague and cryptic.

I manage to fuck up everything. It’s a talent of mine, I’m incredibly proud of it. Forget writing. I’m going to be a professional incarnation of Seras, destroying everything I can. My mother makes another trite suggestion, hates her job, the way her ‘roommate’ comes home too late, and five hundred other things. I roll my eyes, say fuck once or twice, and mortally wound her. Something about her cookies and how I do not want meat and other crap and will she please just give me the money so I can do it myself. She turns to my, glass coffeepot in hand, telling me to leave before she throws something at me. I can hear her blubbering to my father over the phone. I sigh. I fuck up everything. It’s a talent of mine.