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Name: Paul Birthday: 3/6/1990 Gender: Male
Interests: Music, FTJ, chick clothes. todler shirts. Expertise: Guitarist, and being that little kid that when you see him your like "shit yo, i know him" Occupation: Student Industry: Other
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1/29/2004
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| How to have a nervous breakdown:
1: Think about everything gonig badly in your life ( re: relationships, grades, hormonal imbalances, bends in your neck)
2: Multiply it by 5
3: Start hyperventilating and slowly begin to cry between breaths
4. relize that your teenage years are suposed to be the greatest times of your life
5: Think about the fact that your going to die sometime
6: Scream, throw things, cry.
7: Eat a comfort food, or alcoholic beverage.
8: Now pat yourself on the back, youve achieved your nervous breakdown.
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| happy brithday paul.
Fuck being sad. go buy a record player, buy the death cab for cutie record and lay restless on your floor and limit to your self on energy drinks and ciggarettes.
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| <3touch, lying on the floor wishing this could last but knowing that it can't and soon you will leave and i will be on the floor, watching the tv, trying hard to find a reason to move i'm frozen in one place, staring at the screen listening to the rain falling on the street some days go on too long and no one can hang out tonight here, where the carpet is cool and soft, underneath the clock i feel my weary heart is put to rest you gather around your friends the connection that you feel when the night has not yet died you are new with a promise of a love you will probably never find and touch that you can really feel the brokenness inside as hope and less collide now nothing is real..:::
so what do i do now? i feel like my life is like the silent pause before an orchestra. im lost. my good friend is in jail, trying to find a new found reason to keep going. and the whole thing is fucked up. i feel bad for him. his parents take control and it results in an ugly mess. in spite of everything, i bought an old bright eyes album this morning. "Letting off the Hapiness" and it makes me cry. not a sarcastic panic cry, but the kind of cry you get when your eyes water and you feel like they write the song just for you, and the feeling is just there. conor oberst should feel like the luckiest man alive...::.. right now i cant wait for this day to die, i'll probobly end up hanging out with an old friend. man, i need to get out of here.
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| It has been f.o.r.e.v.e.r. and i dont know where to start. to sum it up this past week(s) for me has been equivilent to getting stabbed in the forehead. im really confused and im not so sure who or what i am. ive been living off of bright eyes/ and sunny day lyrics, ciggarettes and my guitar, so i think im kind of sick from not eating that much. the truth is, that i dont really care about anything that much anymore. i know, it sounds horrible. an on top of everything, sleep doesnt come easy. ive also come to relize that this state of mind, or maybe not being in a good relationship, has become my fever. yeah its crazy. but in the middel of this self-inflicted war i have had some good times. i finally got to spend a good night out in the shitty town with chris. i think its really cool spending time with someone thats different from you, so you can see their point of views and their reasons of doing things. it wwas interesting and cool. this weekend i have stole exactly 189 dollars worth of shirts and other apparel. and got drunk. allthough it wasnt the normal "break shit kind of drunk" and it was more of "lay down think and cry" drunk, i still enjoyed it...::..........
It has been a good while since ive hung out with ben. and man do i miss him. i do have to give a lot of respect to him, i mean he has showed me a lot of things and introduced to a lot of things that now i enjoy doing. thanks ben.
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