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| everyone who reads this entry --
let me know you are alive. comment and tell me you're alive.
also, everyone, give me your numbers.
i need new friends. | | |
| straight up, pimpin', if you want meyou can find me at, on occasion, the following places on the internet:
fallintheblinks.livejournal.com (still setting it up.)
last.fm/user/tamponXcore (hardly ever on it, but what the hell.)
because i probably won't use xanga anymore, except to read stuff.
but uhhhhh lyk back off creeps, i am sick of you all.
i refuse to meet one more person over the internet unless i know they can be trusted.
or if they're sweet people like tyler, emmy, dom, cameron, (etc.)
"the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about."
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| If you want to talk to me again at any point, you should ask me for my number.
Otherwise, I'm pretty much done with the internet altogether.
I don't have a computer and I deleted myspace. Basically.
So, if you care about me to the point that you'd talk to me outside of the fucking internet, then ask and I'll give it to you. And I'm deleting basically everyone in my phone book who doesn't talk to me or has been a negative force in my life, so if we don't talk you should probably get on that. Yeah.
I like hanging out in person better. I'm nicer in person, I'm weirder in person, I think I'm more fun in person.
Besides, any fucking loser who doesn't care about me can talk to me over the internet.
SO. :D
Have fun with your lives, guyzzzzzzz. LOL
P.S. I had a really disturbing dream last night where there were gashes all over my arms and I didn't remember how they got there, but my parents were telling me that I needed to go back to the hospital. And then I went to the bathroom to wash my face and when I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I had gaping holes where my eyes should be.
Hahahaha, analyze that one, Freud.
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| oh, say say say,
oh, say say say.
wait -- they don't love you like i love you.
wait -- they don't love you like i love you.
it's beautiful acoustic.
life is good, i love aly, i don't have a computer, i am myspace and creep free.
and i want karen o. so bad. :P
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| i quit myspace.
i quit going to shows.
i quit smoking but i started again?
two out of three ain't bad, you know.
things seem okay.
i'm done with people who bring me down. :D
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