ich m�chte nur, ein gl�ckliches schweinchen zu sein�
und trennt hat aufgelebt
13:50 - 25.03.2007 back & forth it�s always the same, now isn�t it? i can be so good for a day or two, stick to everything perfectly, feel the pride of starving, and then in an instant, i fuck it all up and destroy everything. i�m convinced that peanut butter is the source of all evil in the world. i kill myself over it. it�s going to be a long, arduous week. school resumes. my boyfriend�s only day off is today, and he is going to some concert with some people. i already miss him, and technically, i haven�t even not seen him yet because we never get to hang out on sundays. i don�t want to be so stressed-out and broke and compulsive. i want something else. i don�t know what. i'm taking a little break from working on my book of shadows right now. i�m hand-writing this new one, one slow page at a time. these are my new boots for work, which should arrive in sixtoten business days. equally, i anticipate the arrival of certain indonesian cigarettes .memories of anal sex and alcohol cloud my mind. nothing like butt-fucking and binge-drinking.
25.03.2007 - 13:50
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