for Peter to relax |
my true love |
to get layd |
my tea |
for santa to die. |
new arrivals |
lunch |
Inspiration.... to pluck up the courage to get happiness for myself |
inspiration |
waiting for my head to stop hurting and all this edgyness to go away |
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trying to cope |
being a jiggolo, whining and complaining and acting creepy and depressed |
masturbate |
doing this |
figuring out how to kill him. |
typing |
thinjing about lunch |
still waiting and hoping |
wallowing |
talking to my friend who wants me to write a 5 page essay on how much I like him, how hot he is, and why I should stick to what I say...go figure |
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I'll beat him up |
I`ll see you at eight o clock |
masturbate some more |
get takeaway |
will shoot myself. |
then I'll wear my old ones. |
I'll stay hungrry |
I'll probably carry on waiting and watch my life pass by filled with regret for what I didn't have to courage to do sooner. |
nobody will notice |
umm.....well I'll shoot myself because if my head never stops hurting and I'm edgy all the time I don't want to live anymore |
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