I want you to meet Reeda.

she's a contortionist.

maybe a future?

i hope so.

D:

those exact words are written in a book of mine.

a book of things i've written.

http://www.rotatingcorpse.com/dear_diary/please-dont-promise-me-forever/3027.html

not that book^

i just like it a whole lot.

i don't understand half of the notes in my book.

it's intriguing.

"Where are we going?"

"We're going out of our minds."

"yep."

fam-jam yo.

obligations.

sometimes, you have more than you think.

and sometimes.

you think that you have more than you do.

i feel.

obligated.

to spend time with you.

saw-wee.

follow the leader

i don't know what to say lately...

i went camping over the weekend.

that was a ton of fun.

and i have an interview!

hopefully.

i'll get a job.

i need.

monies!

can we talk about automatic satisfaction.
sittin' back relaxin'

floored.
what's wrong with kickin it?
when you're bored and lit.
lets smoke some cigarettes
and catch up on the back porch.
fire up another roach !
we don't need a rest

this is just a test.
cuz we're alright,

we're up all night
to see the sun come up again now.

i'll have better pictures soon!

dear best friend.

let's have fun again.

we'll fly far away.

where people have no say.

and enjoy. ourselves.

let's go camping!

fly our kites.

and dance around all night.

ahh do you remember those days?

my chemical romance

hellogoodbye

the spill canvas

and SOAD too.

we'd listen to our music.

and waste away the time.

drawing silly pictures.

and telling stories of our lives.

do you remember me?

how we used to be?

so you think that we should be.

closer?

so i married an ax murder.

i wonder how it feels.

to be the one with multiple personalities.

and not the one on the sidelines.

i know you don't realize it.

you think it's something else.

but how do you know for sure?

how do i know?

it does make sense.

some days, you're angry about everything.

some days you act like you're seven; or like i'm seven.

and some days you're just plain sad.

but isn't that a female thing?

we have our mood swings.

sometimes they seem like for no reason at all.

but you and i both know, there's usually some little hidden issue.

whether you feel like sharing that issue, is the reason for no reasoning.

but.

when she turns into hate.

there's no way to turn her back.

in this state, every single person on this planet hates her being.

no matter what her husband.

or daughter.

have to say.

she does not listen.

all she hears.

is that voice inside her head.

telling her

hate.

after hate.

is sadness.

then suicide.

that's just swell.

i should be sleeping, y'know.

with a total of 4 hours sleep, i don't know how i'm still kicking.

and not even started watching Angels in the Outfield!

which seems to be /the movie/ to fall asleep to lately.

i wish she didnt hate me so.

we could have been great friends.

"be yourself and i promise people will enjoy it; if they don't, forget them."

-Mitchell Davis

drug hugs.

what a weekend.

parties are good fun.

with people you know and love.

i never did much partying in high school.

i really should have, to get it out of my system, y'know?

instead i was working my butt off.

i feel jipped, almost.

like i missed out on something.

and now i'm trying to make up for it.

i need more parties, yo.

crack head.

bah.

i want the backup for my computer!

all my good pictures are not in my reach.

and it makes me sad <-

i thought i would be getting the backup tomorrow.

but no such luck anymore.

i suppose i can wait another week...

i wanna smoke bongs.

/all night long/

sigh.

can't we just be friends?

i dont want friends with benefits.

kaythanksbye.

the garbage man can.

i miss watching the simpsons.

it was the best tv show.

for playing pokemon.

i want this girl.

she's purdy.

a first post.

the faced book has gotten on my nerves.

this is a much better way to share good things on the interweb.