Requiem For A Dream... GARBLE

I gotta remember that title in case I need any epic background music
Now I FINALLY know what that song is
(minus the GARBLE, o'course)

Hallelujah.

never call me a bitch,
I'll eat your babies...
not really,
but something bad may happen to you.
cross out "may" and insert "WILL"
wayyy too lazy to backspace or touch the mouse until I'm done this little posr
See I don't even want to fix posr and make it POST.
Kinda funny..
but you know whats not funny?
Having everyone else but you get accepted into university.
And JUST when I decide I should work extra hard on school
my idiotic friend (or well, ex friend now) decides to cause some shitty drama.
So I'm a selfish bitchy lil slut who should mind her own business.
Well I think you should GO FUCK YOURSELF.
My boyfriend may be reading this and laugh at my spaz attacks
but I assure you, I'm SO not laughing.

Fuck the world a lot of people gotta die tonight
whoaaa oh whoa oh whoaa oh whoooaa oh
Shitloads of money spent to tell us wrong from right.
whoaaa oh whoa oh whoaa oh whoooaa oh
Fuck the world, fuck them all!

Mmmmm AntiFlag.

Kay I'm gonna go watch Canada fail miserably
and watch Israel pwn some major ice dancing ASS!

1 5p34k l33t
ROFL mehbeh
SUGAR RUSH ON POMEGRANATE ICECREAM

BAIBAI XD

so much love and hate
I am the BIPOLAR SUGAR ADDICT who says fuck you to the haters and to the sad life we LOVE TO LIVE IN!!!
death...OF BEAUTTYYYY!!!
XD
=[

but god can be funny, at a cocktail party when listening to a good "god-themed" joke

I've been drowning in doubt,
driven mad by the events around me,
and swallowed by a tide of guilt.
As hard as I try
words cannot replace the feeling.
like the tip of dagger is sunken in
the rest waiting for the perfect moment,
the perfect place.
the perfect kill.
Only problem is that
I don't know who holds the dagger.
I don't know who applies the pressure.
I don't know who is killing me.
Driven mad by the world around me,
I'm swallowed by a tide of guilt.
A wave of anguish.
A sense of fear.
A feeling of hopelessness.
And I have no true words to express to everyone
what could possibly be going through my mind
without risking losing them forever..

torn, without a shoulder to lean on
I lay here as the
Death....ofbeauty.

I kinda...

Just want to dance.
Something about moving my body along with the beat is just... I don't know the word, riveting? compelling? enchanting?

Releasing. When you are one with the music, it's as if nothing else matters.

realization with some paranoia on the side...

...
You know you might be freaking out when you're constantly checking the university sites for application updates... any bursaries or scholarships... anything that can make your life easier.

I hate my parents... for not saving money up in a trust fund for me to go to university, and I hate that they're not doing it for my brother and sister either.
I hate that I might be stuck at home for at least another year because my parents were too lazy to get a real education and a stable career.
I hate that they can't even afford fuckin groceries.

There's no point to this anymore.
Nothing is secret.
I put it all out here, to the world.
But what for?

...I'm not even going to do my original sign-off.
Bye.