December 2009
I want to kill my self.
I can’t take all this stress.
I hate my sister.
She’s fucking cheating on her boyfriend, with a fucking closet case guy I dated back in the day.
She’s an idiot, and this is too awkward, and actually I’m kinda angry to say the least.
Broken canvas
There isn’t really an easy way to fix it, if your original intentions were to paint something that was made to be flat, but it seems like life is a set of adjustments. There never seems to be enough control, and always enough or too much of the opposite, but the balance is never quite there. Complaints become pointless so we swallow them like hot coal until our throats become dry, and we no...
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I just found out
that my attraction to the most intellectual force on this planet besides my self…… Is mutual. There is no one who understands me like he does….. and also it is a great add on that he has an 8 inch fish in his tank. :]
I couldn’t be happier, who knows.
47% of all U.S. Americans think that being gay is...
travs:
k-troll:
kaffeinated:
travs:/hideousthoughts:
Fact of the day.
Which makes 47% of Americans utterly and totally misinformed. And it’s on us to fix that, because misconceptions like these do not correct themselves.
I all but stopped going to one college class in part because at least two acquaintances said that homosexuality was a choice (this coming less than a year after I...
I don't think I can ever have enough time for my...
it is like the few hours of left of “me time” is spent worrying about making sure that the things I want to do are done before my parents get here. Which then leads to actually wasting about 2 hours.
my painting
Is going well so far, I’m really excited despite the fact that my old pallet is gone mariana was right.I hope it will turn out well, I won’t be getting a grade for it, but at least I will feel good. ^______^
My 11th grade year
marianadna:
pardoner:
we painted on these cardboard pieces, and over the time layer by layer they became sort of our acrylic pallets. My friend Mariana is the only person I know besides my self that still owns one. Well it’s missing from my room, and I’m crying because nothing in the world will ever replace that pallet, and it makes so upset that someone would go into my room for whatever...