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Sunday, May 30 - fuck a duck. not going there again. how was it. quick. I don’t knowDon’t look at me like I’m worthless. I’m not. Don’t look at me like I’m amazing. I’m not. Don’t look at me like I’m yours. I’m not. In fact every time you look at me wear a blindfold. So I can’t see what you’re thinking. Friends are not there forever. They walk into your life and they walk out. It’s simple. Some stay for a minute, some stay longer. But at the end of everything your friends won’t be around to make everything seem okay. They’ll run at the first sign of real danger. Some people would say that the few who stay are your real friends. I just say they’re the stupid ones. Eight days... eight bloody days and i still don't feel like posting... not in the best mood at the moment... don't really know why... i had a good day... but now i feel like shit... what happens if u take 7 panadols together? or one at a time but all within a minute or two? Would you die? I mean can you overdose in panadol? Snec being annoying... it's kinda gone but it's kinda not... which is kinda annoying... destroying my website... destruction is fun... I can't go back I really want to go back. But I know that I can't. I feel like everything is ruined. I know it's not. I feel like i'm stuck here. Teenager. Is is sick that I laughed through TROY? They fought for their country... they died noble deaths at the hands of the swords of their enemies. They fought for honor. They were everything our society has gotten rid of. During TROY I was: : waiting for Eric Bana to turn into the Hulk : waiting for Orlando Bloom to put on his wig and slide down the stairs on a shield : waiting for Steve Martin to come out at the beginning and take Jacob Smith home : waiting for Sean Bean to die and be sent down a waterfall on a boat : waiting for it to end But it was an excellent movie and i'm probably seeing it next weekend with my father... am i meant to be fighting with my father? I can't remember... may have something to do with him going to an auction and buying me shiny jewellery for my deb... a gorgeous necklace... an emerald and diamonds... gorgeous... really don't want to go to dancing tomorrow... i think it kinda sucks just because it makes evil monday's longer than they should be... puts the rest of the week on a backspin... so much for not being in the mood to blog... my fingers like typing... it's comfortable... and easy when u get back into the hang of it... pity i can't splel... I have decided to leave the old world behind... i was always complaining about it anyway... and now i've lost it i'm not rejoicing... i'm missing it... it's a whole greener grass thing... The Lost Tomb I feel like i've lost a sister... but i know i haven't and i know i shouldn't feel like i have... there is absolutely no reason... but i feel like it... wonder what i'll feel like tomorrow... don't bother enlightening the world... that's what the sun's for... I think i need somebody to talk to me... right now... don't even bother talking to me when u read this... idiot... i mean now... as i'm writing it... time does pass you know... so by the time you read this it won't matter an inch... fuck it fuck it fuck it dad doesn't like it when i was swearing on my blog... fuck it! i used to have 22 blogs... but i'm demolishing my website so now it's much fewer... sometime last year i wanted to vent about something but i couldn't write about it on this blog because the people i wanted to write about would read it... and that's not decent... so i wrote another blog... there are only like 2 or maybe 3 posts... but i'm not disclosing them to the public just yet... another 6 months maybe... Anywhere but here I'm sitting on a bench in the middle of the park Throwing crumbs to the pigeons until it gets dark I'm wiping my paws on my grubby chestnut suit Wondering why my life is always on mute. I'm hoping that tomorrow will be a brand new day But knowing very well it won't turn out my way I don't care where I am But I don't want to be here anymore. THE END Is 10 months older than a boy too much? I mean it's like really nothing... but isn't it an unwritten law that the girl can't be older? I duno... not gonna happen anyway... :( There will always be a tomorrow. This suckyness will never end. Depressing huh. my birthday in 131 days... but do i really care? coff up a turkey© crumble | 10:32 pm
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DOB: 8th of October COUNTRY: Australia & Kangaroos
FAMILY: Mum, Dad, Mitchie, Claudia PETS: Tom the Sexy Beast FEELING:   
likes... buffy the vampire slayer, greys anatomy, glass house, kumars at #42, spicks and specks, west wing, angel, gilmore girls, dark angel, firefly, stargate, lord of the rings, star wars, the simpsons, crossing jordan, tru calling, ally mcbeal, bradley whitford, dominic monaghan, david wenham, rupert grint, james masters, anthony stewart head, elvis, hilary duff, evanescence, good charlotte, the whitlams, machine gun fellatio (the band), my baby tom, writing, singing in the shower, playing pool, netball, basketball, exams, tidying, chinese food (lemon chicken, sizzling steak, chicken and sweet corn soup, san choi bow, spring rolls, prawn chips), my old friends, my new friends, my other friends, my box, my papyrus, my faerie picture, mount caules story. 
 dislikes... bugs, honey, insects that she thinks are poisonous (all of them!), marmalade, studying, not knowing things, not being able to splel, the english curriculum, vacuuming, the beach, being on stage and not knowing what to do, shopping, gross things, vegemite, olives, dark chocolate, flower smells, the hsc, beetroot, my boobs, pickles, people picking their noses, half-eaten food, playing drama games all lesson and not doing any work, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed studying, my father nagging me to study when I am indeed doing something other than studying, losing money, being fat, when the tv times change and you don't know, mornings, being lonely. |
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