i'm not who i pretend to be someone bash me over the head with a bag full of cocaine and gob stopperslol....beavers need to fuck offlike honestly...they really do....they always get everything they want...it's not fair while i'm sitting here broken as usual ihave to cut and i need a fuckin smoke and now i'm alll achy this is my usual nightime rant desi and jacqueline hate me i finally got my point across to them i had to slam the door in desi's face twice today but atleast she got the fact that i dont like her duh as if thats not obvious i need to make the liquid pain flow.....but no one talks about cutting around me they feel as if i'm a doll and they shouldn't talk about it or it may break me but it won't it'll help i promise this is true ,........SONG CHANGE-the used-hard to say....havent heard from justin since i sent him that e-mail god i feel sick like to my stomach*barf*better now well i'm gonna go sleep cuz i'm tired and achy and who cares if it's only 9:34 not me anyway bye bye nighty night dont let the bed-bugs bite