a s.o.s. call

1486 @ 2004-01-19T15:14:00

2004-01-19T20:15:06Z

http://www.ebaumsworld.com/peanutbutter.shtml

pb&j with a baseball bat. dayum foos. wait. pb&j time!

1486 @ 2004-01-19T14:26:00

2004-01-19T19:28:08Z

and she said we'd slow dance to weezer all night. and i said alright.
and she said after we got done, we'd go to our secret spot. and i said alright.

oh my my my.

cocaine nose-job f00'.

dinosaur planet is bomb niggaz.

1486 @ 2004-01-18T23:18:00

2004-01-19T04:19:12Z

this is a very serious post.

you'd understand if you were on crack bitches and niggaz.

1486 @ 2004-01-15T15:40:00

2004-01-15T20:43:40Z

my savior is no jesus. it's a small 3 inch tobacco stick. white paper wrapped around it, packed in. the letters from whatever kind it is written in gold or ocean green depending on who you buy them from. stamped approval from newport smokes. a small filter at the end connecting to the tobacco. liter connect to the plant. instant heaven.

my savior is a cigarette, a palaniuk book, a good cd + movie, glass of vodka, and a night of writing. that's my heaven.

I AM ILLER THAN AIDS.

1486 @ 2004-01-04T18:40:00

2004-01-04T23:44:14Z

money spent. blown. gone.

$ 6.97 for a GIANT the cure ' mint car ' cd poster.
$ 19.90 for smashing pumpkins; the faint cd.
$ 15.65 at clara's cafe.
$ 32.80 at gino's pizza.
$ 31.00 for every time i die hoodie.
$ 50.59 for a stand and picks.
$ 6.90 for 4 cigarettes.
$ 10.00 for food lion sleeping pills.
$ 11.50 for a jessica simpson cd for my sister.

even though we have school tomorrow, for the first time in a while, i'll fall asleep with a smile on my face.

captions and water in my lungs.

2004-01-02T07:01:57Z

this story is old. a book you fly through. a story you read then sit back in confusion. a tale that you've heard twice before and wouldn't care to hear before. the story of my life. and feeling sorry for myself. blaming my problems on everyone else. crying because i'm so fucking pathetic. girl breaks boys heart. boy is damaged. this story is played out. a rerun. radio the captian. i'm thinking of jumping. tired of feeling sorry for myself. gaining everyones sympathy. oh god, i look pathetic tonight. this blood of mine runs blue. it'll never meet oxygen. never be everyone else. i'll choke on this blue blood. it'll be the end of me. you'll be the end of me.

the destruction of ourselves, we start as soon as we are born. the wind is cold. it's chilly outside. and i'm thinking of running from nothing. i can never run from my problems. i continue to try. please don't read this. please stop. please. i've been advanced. destroyed. and rebuilt. all in the same night. told to change myself. by my best-friend. suicide won't be the cause of this death. a broken-heart will be. my heart is so heavy i'm dragging my feet. i've lost a battle to apathy and soft melodies. slowly realize my father was right. i'm weak. a weak person. don't go any further. my funeral it will rain. it will hail. it was snow. graves covered with snow and rain the slush of my heart as you stepped on it. this is a destruction of a boy. who loved a girl. who loved his friends. but never loved himself.

you've read this story before. no doubt. so .. stop while your ahead. it's no tear-jerker. you'll end up wanting me to die at the end of this read. trust me. a waste of your time.