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| - Boast XANGA IS TOO HARD!
LJ yay! www.livejournal.com/users/cambriaa
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| This is so confusing. XANGA sucks. all you sucka emcees aint got nothing on me from my brains and my clothes? you can't touch kevin G im a mathlete!
alright so i dont know how to freaking delete entries, but if i did, the last 2 would be deleted. I'm NOTHING like that! ask the world! I'm only like that during the school year when the world pressures me to do stuff...yeah. eh.
alright, im bored, it's 12, maybe ill...i dont know?
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|  never have I felt so unwell. I feel so grossly sick. urgh I think I might throw up.
-beth | | |
| Here I write. for no one reads. no one can know. sometimes I cry cuz the pain hurts so badly. sometimes crying hurts. when I cry I just think of all the terrible things as one. and it just kills me. everytime. why is it always my fault? why do I always think it's my fault? I'm not even important. like seriously, there are so many people in this world. I'm just one of them... I don't matter anyways. shouldn't I just not be here? seriously, what is my point on earth? do I have one? beth just be happy. fuck why can't you get over yourself beth?!
My take, from you is simple
So heal, your fear
To heal, your fear
You're such a comfortable liar
why is life lies? everything is such a lie. but I can't distinguish between truth and lies? is it because everything I'm ever told is a lie? I have lived so long in lies that I don't know what to believe anymore. lies are love, lies are life.
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| I'm terribly sad. I don't know what to do. I'm so alone. I hate being this alone. this far from everyone. it's almost like I don't exist anymore. Michael hates me so much. I don't want him to. I just can't win though. I can't even tie. I'll never be good enough. never.
I have never felt more like this song than I do right now. every word of it. every single word.
This is where I say I've had enough
and no one should ever feel the way that I feel now.
A walking open wound,
a trophy display of bruises
and I don't believe that I'm getting any better, any better.
Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
and I'm thinking awful things
and I'm pretty sure that few would notice.
And this apartment
is starving for an argument.
Anything at all to break the silence.
Wandering this house
like I've never wanted out
and this is about as social as I get now.
And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you
'cause they would never do,
I would never do.
Never.
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