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Name: Michelle
Country: United States
State: Washington
Birthday: 11/7/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: I like to pee. I love to write, read, drive, knit, and hang out and go to shows. Music is my life. Anatomy Of A Ghost. Armor For Sleep. Brand New. Bright Eyes. Brown Eyed Deception. Bayside. Conor Oberst. Copeland. Cursive. Count The Stars. Daphne Loves Derby. Desperado Revenge. Desaparecidos. Danger: Radio. Death Cab For Cutie. dieradiodie. Elliott Smith. Emery. From First To Last. Further Seems Forever. Gatsbys American Dream. Ghost Runner On Third. Glassjaw. Hidden In Plain View. I Can Make A Mess Like Nobodys Business. InMemory. JamisonParker. Jets To Brazil. Jimmy Eat World. Long Since Forgotten. Letter To Juliet. My Chemical Romance. Northstar. RUFiO. Straylight Run. Say Anything. Saves The Day. Spitalfield. Something Corporate. Taking Back Sunday. The Postal Service. The Anniversary. The Early November. The Cure. The Get Up Kids. The Format. The Juliana Theory. The June Spirit. The New Amsterdams. The Spill Canvas. Time And Distance. This Providence. The Beatles. Underoath.
Expertise: I'm not really an expert at anything. I am pretty mo effin good at talking though. But only if you're interesting and I'm interested. So. IM me.
AIM: EmoRocksMySock5
I can also pee pretty well. I've been doing it since I was really young.
P.S. I'm the best princess/pirate to ever walk the earth. And plank. Definitely.
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
2/4/2003
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| No one reads his, but I don't care.
It's so weird checking this out.
It said I hadn't logged in for 2,200 days.
I can't believe I was so dumb.
It's kind of scary to see how fucking dumb and useless you used to be, but funny at the same time.
I can't say I've changed that much, but it's still crazy.
That's basically it.
Myspace all the way.
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| It can't be healthy feeling like this at all times.
I had to go home early from my math class today because I started crying, and that was really weird.
I haven't eaten anything for a while.
But I keep taking sleeping pills.
I don't think they're even sleeping pills.
I think they're cold medication pills.
Tylenol PM.
Whatever.
Nothing is making me feel better.
I keep wanting to puke because my stomach feels weird, but I can't.
Nothing comes out.
I feel so lonely.
Just alone all together.
I want to escape this life, but I don't think I have enough guts.
It'd be so much easier to just give up, but I don't know why I can't just let myself die.
I only feel hurt, and it's useless.
I am useless.
I want a hug.
From anyone.
For a really long time.
That's all I really need.
I want to feel okay.
Everything has just been a rollercoaster, and I want to get off.
I don't want to go to a new place.
I want to rot.
I don't know.
Hopefully this feeling doesn't stay forever, but it's looking like it will.
I'm stressed out because finals are soon, I have a seven page essay due tomorrow that I haven't started yet, and tests next week.
I can't handle losing my only friend that really cared about me.
I can't handle rejection.
And I've gotten both at the same time.
It's so hard.
I don't know how long I'll last.
These episodes keep coming back, but every single one just gets worse and worse.
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| i'm sorry that it didn't quite work out this time
but you can deal with your regrets
& i'll deal with mine.
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| I feel kind of sick.
In the stomach.
& my throat hurts hardcore.
So I was driving home from work.
& I decided that if I could live my life over again,
I'd have no plans, dreams, or expectations.
Plans are so hard to follow through with, & so are dreams & expectations.
I should've just lived life one day at a time & not worry about anything.
Because now that I have a warped sense of what life should be, or what I want it to be, I'm always disappointed at the outcome.
If I had no expectations of others or myself, everything that happened would always be good.
There's no room for failure, & everything is a success.
Alas, I expect too much from the world, & from myself.
I just wish every little thing could be seen as a victory.
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| i lied.
i have some sort of weird sadness that i can't get rid of.
it has to do something with these winter months, because it's always the same.
i don't know what it is, but i'm dying to get rid of it.
it ruins my days.
it ruins my nights.
i can't sleep.
ever.
i always feel inadequate.
maybe it's just because i am.
but i'm tired of feeling this way.
& all in all i'm tired of me.
i keep beating myself up for things that have passed.
i can't change them now.
it's way too late.
on the other hand i always try to plan my future.
it's so confusing because i can't live in the now.
i don't know what i'm doing.
& it's all crazy & confusing.
i'm all crazy & confused.
& i'm being such a teen about this.
but hell.
that's what i am.
"i know you're wise beyond your years, but do you ever get the fear
that your perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get
by..."
it's true.
i'm not wise beyond my years.
i'm lame.
that's it.
i've turned into an idiot that i always said i'd never become.
because it's true.
boys are just not worth it.
but i guess love is.
love shmove.
fuckit.
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