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Mon, 08 Oct 2012 23:15:01 -0400

pretty close..

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pretty close..

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Mon, 08 Oct 2012 22:08:38 -0400

thankgiving on october 9th

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 21:57:25 -0400

im so thankful for all my friends. i feel like sometimes i only have like 3 or 4 real friends, but…. 11111 ok thats 5. just counted i have like 5 legit friends who understand me 150% in different areas of my life. i am so thankful for them in my life.

idk what else to say, i wish i can return gratitude. “the attitude of gratitude” man okay and if music counts as a friend, and don, and mary jane and hell, lets throw molly in there, too!… then i have a good batch of friends!!!

thank you universe for everything, i love you so much

i love everything

everything is magic

there is no reason

the reason is magic

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Tue, 04 Sep 2012 23:29:23 -0400

who has the upper-hand now

Tue, 04 Sep 2012 23:24:38 -0400

Lol when he’d rather be with drugs than me… I’m one of a kind

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benny and the jets

Tue, 04 Sep 2012 19:20:01 -0400

what does it mean

when you see someone cry

and feel nothing?

does that make me cold?

i dont think im cold.

what does that mean?

i want to punch someone in the face

i want to leave this world right now. i want to cry. nothing bad has happened. i dont know what it is i’m feeling. but i want to cry. maybe it’s the carpet. i think the carpet is making me want to cry.

and PERHAPS THE FACT THAT THERE IS A FUCKING RANDOM GUY LIVING IN MY HOUSE THAT IS SMALLER THAN MY ASSHOLE

and the guy i want to speak to me couldn’t care less :) tehehe. oh and i can never get what i want :) teheheh my life fucking sucks tehehehe someone plz make me feel better

i am not usually like this

i want to sleep on a cow

I am a poet

Mon, 03 Sep 2012 21:47:50 -0400

And this is my poem:

dedicated to: alexander capaldo

You make me feel shitty sometimes

But I still love you

Attempt #1

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 21:45:34 -0400

I should be doing my anatomy homework. I will regret this later. Future me will have to deal.

there was a turtle, and there was a cactus.

ugh i dont even know what tense to write this in.

okay. here we go.

i’m not a writer, who the fuck do i think i am.

okay well that wont stop me. i’m not a singer, will i stop singing? lol motherfuckers don’t know me

okay. here we go.

the turtle needed no family, for the turtle had everything

OMFG WAIT HE LIKES ME HE LIKES MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay back to the story

WAIT I CANT GO BACK IM SORRY IMAGINARY READERS BYE

What is a shell?

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 21:27:36 -0400

i’ve been feeling nervous today. i blame my cold for it, but i’m not too sure if that’s really the reason why i feel like i feel.

i’m not here today. i haven’t done the usual and i’m not acting like i usually do. but if i were unusual more often, i would begin to consider it to be normal, typical.

someone just told me a joke. his name is marc. usually, i would find it funny. right now i don’t. i just replied pretending to be me. i’m not.

i don’t think this is helping me come out of my shell. you know, reader, (lol why do i always assume there’s a reader. i should ponder that later when my head’s out of my ass. … or my shell, for that matter) okay now i forgot what i would going to tell my assumed readers. wait. now i remember. you know, i never really go into my shell. (i’m a turtle and my best friend is a cactus, by the way. hm. perhaps i should make a movie about this. it would be different. i like different. or a book. i’ll write one right after this to take my mind off of the fact that i’m writing this from the inside of my shell.)

speaking of the inside of my shell, i dont like this feeling. rarely am i ever inside of my shell. it’s sad in here. the outside is so pretty. the outside sounds like the color yellow. i feel a lot of things about the color yellow.

you know, if it werent for the red underline when a word is misspelled, i would have written the word “color” as “collor.” …. jesus christ.

now i’m eager to write this book. or entry. or whatever. i’m eager to make the pictures in my head dace

i won’t be back

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Tue, 31 Jul 2012 23:08:42 -0400

people

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 22:59:13 -0400

it makes me sad when i see homeless people on the street ask for help, and all the people passing by pretend to “OOPZ” not see them. i am guilty of this, but i promise myself to always look at them in the eye. maybe give the poor man a damn burger. that shit is 1 buck and this human is starving. or heartbroken. perhaps sans family. ive heard a few stories from homeless people, and realize that they’re just like any one of us. except they rely on other people for money and food. which, i think is just lack of common knowledge. theres more to do. if they knew how precious life is and had enough hope to live up to that precious life they own, they could maybe do something about it and save themselves. but not everyone knows that. although, not everyone grows up expecting to someday end up under a bridge either. that guy on miracle mile, i almost bought him a frozen yogurt once. almost. I SHOULD HAVE! UGH FUCK i feel terrible. i did nothing wrong, but what is wrong was not doing anything. when i get back to miami, im buying him a froyo. i’ll tell him to put any topping he wants. all the fruit, whatever he can fit in his cup. homeless or not, its nice having surprises. and its usually more sincere when its from a stranger. theres only a few other things that can fill my heart more than seeing a person wear a genuine smile. i dont know what those things are yet, but once i figure it out, i will let my computer screen know. i hope i make that man smile one day. im sure the bench doesnt make him crack one too often. i dont pity the man but i… yeah i pity him.