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Name: Green_Spikes2
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 5/18/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: talkin to my friends.Sleepin, listening to music, abusing myself, writing and reading poetry. I also kinda good at drawing.
Expertise: feeling down, broken hearted, being an idiot, hating my self, wishing for stuff that will never happen, and poetry.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/25/2004
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| nothing been going on for a while. my b day is coming up. i wonder how
many people will remember. arrr i love what his face. lol. still tired.
every1 been kicking my ass lately. laters.
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| I'm tired. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, I feel so piss
off and dishearted st the same time. Whats making me feel this
way? I feel so stupid cause I feel that the whole world is
mocking me. Even my friends. Some friends they are the damm bastards. I
hate them. I hate it when they always do this to me. They fucking dicth
me, and think I'll be ok. I'm never ok. Jeez, sometimes I wish I've
never met them. Sometimes I wish i cold hearted and couldn't feel
anything. I hate you, I hate you. Damm I'm so tired of this shit.
I'm threw with writing poems that doesn't make no sense.
I'm tired of letting them breaking my fraglie heart.
I'm sick of being pushed around.
So just leave me alone again.
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| Mr.Whatsername
I gain and lost hope that day.
I was just outside walking. listening to my walkmen. "And I, I
won't lie I won't sin.", "where I lay and told you but you swear you
love me more." the lyrics of Boxcar Racers screamed through my
head. Cars passing bay fast. Fast enough to kill a crossing dog.
Walking, listening, and seeing the world through my lifeless eyes.
Inside I'm distrub. Inside I'm dead. Inside I'm fustrated out
with all the emotions just trying to get out. Continue to walk,
continue to listen, continue to see, continue to die.
I couldn't feel a thing. It was as if I was on novacain,
morphie, and of those pain killers. If I only had more, I could have a
over does to drug myself and fall asleep, and never again wake
up.
Isloation, solitude, loneliness what ever you want to call it. I
was there. I could see the world I once love and knew drifting away
from me. So far I couldn't even touch it anymore. Coldness,
isolation, distrubance broke me down.
Arrive at your desination, your elementary school.
I had to pick up my brother since my mom had to go to work. Told
me to wait because he had to go take a wiz. Looking down I thought I
wpuld never come here again. I hate this place. I hate this school. I
was happy when I left. Look up, I see all the little kids yelling and
play, I see the adults keeping them in order, and I saw Jane Osford.
I first met Jane in seventh grade, she transfered in from
another school. Said she use to live in the area when she was a kid. I
don't know, there was something about her that made me feel good.
Always gave me a hug when I saw her, and didn't made me feel abandon.
Now she's at high school.
She look at me and smile. She picked up her sister and left. I
look down. I'm Mr. Whatsername. I'm nothing to her, but a memory.
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| hey just a lil notice
if you want free stuff go to, http://www.peta2.com/ot/o-boysnightout.html?c=27
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| I haven't blog in here a while. Well vacation sucks. Homework, Chester
isn't gonna visit. Aww man this sucks. I don't wanna do this lame
project. I don't want to meet with my group. I don't wanna do anything
but lie and cry. I'm sick of writting poetry cause it
still didn't change anything aobut what was happening. I'm
tired of bottling up my feeling. I'm fustrated with hurting the ones I love. This
is stupid. I never did wanted anything. Now the only thing I want is to
be left the FUCKING HELL ALONE. I wish I was dead.
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