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    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: The Usual


    starrry photographss? summers kickess off??
    that umbrealla song would never suffice for everythign wi rthought our lives were worthsdf

    tood drunnnnnnk for thias shti

    it sbeena godo run?
    i love you all

    ...Created 2007-06-23 01:23:18

    dotsJournal: communismdots
    Mood: Tired

    lots of things get lost

    ...Created 2007-04-07 20:37:39

    dotsJournal: track you downdots
    Mood: Tired

    And i saw you in grey, grey, and grey. Eyes cut in half, hands trailing your sides, you swaggered past the bathrooms and big lights, staring at the ceiling, biting your tongue and making sure your books balanced out. Because if it didnít then its no use being golden, and having dry hair that grew out through the fall and winter. And glazed eyes, and rough faces to glow and glitter through February. So you walked really fast (to physics class), and smiled really sweet, and like me your head was down the entire time (because Hilary said so). But if you look straight, and move 3 seats to get closer then itís almost like its warm again.

    I am healing. If that sounds like a secret garden line rip-off, its still the truth. I am sick as shit with a nose I cant breath out of and a throat I cant speak out of but I am healing healing healing. Iím in a new semester and I thought I would die and jump off the roof of our school on Monday. I thought Iíd leave a few softer world notes on the locker and poison the air by being the first in my school to get into that dooming death atmosphere. But everything is okay now. And I donít really know what it is. I just need to leave now because I want to leave when Iím happy. I donít know much but I can tell you that loving someone is so real that it makes you want to live. I love you Taylor Fryklind. I love Hilary and Danny and maybe a few others. I want to live so badly that Iíll be scared to die. I want to carry my suitcase with fraying yellow stickers on it all over Europe and condense everything I feel into piano music and wearing nice pants in a park. And breathing in the frames of some painting you liked, or dishing out the snow that falls all over your curdled house with its rocky paint and fake lawn.

    so its okay. its okay. its okay. and nothing has been lost

    ...Created 2007-02-09 11:06:03

    dotsJournal: snowdots
    Mood: Tired

    With a fever building up, indoor slippers and nauseous bowls of rice and V8, ive just gotten through to myself that building up is nothing too hard, but winding down is alot easier. Im not going to make it that way, so its time to cut up the prose written on paper bags and scented paper and press it down into a box ive kept in my own skin. I dont know who i love and finding someone to love is more difficult than even writing that song which was never any good. I lay in bed all day playing voxtrot and winter songs. the menthols i once had are all gone and now i'd like more even if i got scared that day near the train station when my throat hurt more than usual. I quit the friendship i had with henry because we've 'outgrown each other', or i just dont like him anymore. Its not much of a community thing anymore as it is a pressing decision to become something more and something real. Im rubbing my cheeks with my young fingers, and i like being young. And i like my dry cheeks. because its so dry, and im so young. I am so young that its like leafing through a page in a epistolary novel, and an entry is made on the day you were born, and you smile because its so exciting. But every day before it you didnt exist, and we didnt exist together, our young fingers didnt touch leaves, our cheeks were never there and our breathing was never clearer.
    its too fucking hard to do anything but sleep. but even sleepings hard. So the easiest thing is to pretend your asleep while listening to your dreams and spinning yourself into a whiplashed muddle of scents like febreeze and sea-perfumes. Our offers are getting dim, dimmer, even dimmer until theres nothing. The skies breaking out, close your ears, i dont want anyone else becoming deaf.

    ...Created 2006-10-18 15:33:33

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Tired

    Lately, though, all ive been staring at is my hands, my shoes and my street. The windows are open, the doors are closed, our environments arnt too appealing to even strangers.

    ...Created 2006-06-23 12:51:56

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Confused

    im going to bright eyes tommorow
    this may define or destroy what i have slowly become.
    notice how the current mood said confused
    i can pull all kinds of shit now, that i have my tickets and smirnoff and cigarettes.
    you and your possy cannot stop this rampage of
    paranoid tendencies and confusion.
    once again, i have decided that my love goes for 3 people.

    ...Created 2006-06-08 00:25:16

    dotsJournal: Cafe Mochadots
    Mood: Tired

    I went to Ota-fest. My asian female friends are all turning lesbian. Shanghai baby was unexpectedley brilliant. Apart from all this high-flying news, we've started up music again and thers only 16 days till were crying over a bowl of oranges.

    ...Created 2006-05-22 22:18:21

    dotsJournal: Clouds.dots
    Mood: Tired

    My top 5 suck. Cindy Lee is being laughed at.

    ...Created 2006-05-11 19:02:16

    dotsJournal: .dots
    Mood: DANG IT!

    this site has the most diverse current moods ever.

    ...Created 2006-05-01 22:32:03

    dotsJournal: easy steps!dots
    Mood: niggz

    thats not actually my current mood. Trent was seen sobbing near a body near a car in John Laurie by Jamie. For an hour i thought it was chris and edmund so became panicky but then learnt it was some kid i dont know. Shugo wrote me an email . my parents are back today. theres only 3 days till the we all become alledged homosexuals. Then on the 28th ill smirn-off it up with faux-lesbian, faux-bisexual and ramji.

    ...Created 2006-04-23 15:45:10

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