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[01 Jan 2004|03:53pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Being happy is difficult, unless you're with your friends. Friends that really matter. Then it's easy. Otherwise, when you're happy on your own, it's easy to loose your grip on it, you start to think about the negatives, and the positives seem to all disappear.

Cycles, the end.

5 sliced her heart from your sleeve ; it's time

Down with love. [17 Dec 2003|06:40pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]

You know what, life is a motherfucking nightmare and I hate it.

Love is a stupid figment of the imagination, tossed about in attempt to give the human existance a purpose when in truth there is none and never will be. Animals do not know love; they know the bonds of family and of mates, but they do not know love. Humans have gone so far with their imaginations and with the truth that on one hand they realize life is pointless, but on the other, they strive for a meaning to justify it. I think it's all stupid.

And I think you're stupid too, you fucking whore.

it's time

[15 Dec 2003|02:13pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]

Who am I to disagree?
It's not like I matter.

I really hate everything. Everything.

No, not hate.
Just ________, blank, I don't know what I.


1 sliced her heart from your sleeve ; it's time

[11 Dec 2003|09:15pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

New Journal curdosy of Jessika.

Fuck the rest of you. Well, not all of you. The majority anyways.
No friends only here, I'm not that gay.

1 sliced her heart from your sleeve ; it's time

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