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current:
song| i'm a fake
by| the used
mood| sick


I am not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks.


I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.


i didn't do so well for math,
nor did i pass my general paper.
i think i'm stupid.
really really stupid.
don't ask me if i'm okay because it's clear that i'm not.
rhetorical questions should burn in hell
BURNBURNBURN.


didn't do much yesterday.
just got lost in toapayoh and it wasn't the least bit fun
made me feel even more stupid
nothing much happened today,
only i realised i shouldn't have even DESIRED to want to take a'levels in the first place
i'm clearly not cut out for studying
not the least bit
spank my ass and call me charlie =(
i need southpark.
i need my solace.


i've made so many careless mistakes in my chem and phy paper.
and i probly would've gotten a much better grade if i didn't
and i prolly wouldn't had to end up begging for mercy points.
but that's what i do
i make mistakes
so many of them
and i can't afford to make anymore.
and what else...?


i love pink tacos

myprayer` 6:36 PM