So fuckheads, I lied.
Pretty much, I went through my old journal & there is this whole omgana shit that I don't feel like deleting because it's far too depressing & I figure, hey if i feel like going back to the dark side (syke)- but no faux realz, I figure maybe I can use some of the well-articulated shit that I sometimes put in there into something that I'm writing now. So I'll peruse that shit.


ANYHOW.
UM YEAH.
LEMME SEE.

Shit sucks. My guidance counselor thinks that anti-depressants are the way to go. Probably, right? Um. My entire family was eaten by black bears? & keith picked me up from school today. & my arm still hurts from doing needle drugs, i mean, giving blood. I don't get anything done anymore. YAY!

Okay.
But seriously.
Now.

I've decided that all this skinny shit is retarded. Completely retarded. You live once. ONE TIME BUDDIEZ. & why the hell do all of us stupid fucking women sit around trying to imitate a corpse? I'm bringing on a fat girl revolution, bitches. Imma gain thirty pounds & make all dem men love me. Fuck dat sheeeyat. Anyhow. I'm retarded. I don't deserve words. At all.

- Forever? For really?
- Sure. Whynot.



OKAYBUTNOWIT'STIMETOSENDOUTTHEDREADED....




COLLEGE APPLICASHEEEYONAYS.




My essay for St. Joes?:
Sup,
Gimme money. thanx4dat. i shoot minorities & smoke dat chronic. i fuck bitches with ten inch dildoes. respek.


ps. can you even pluarlize dildoes? nah. no. not ever.

sux.
<3!