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[29 Jan 2007|01:51am]
My friends left me for nothing and somehow I confinced myself they were all I had. I gave up hope and ate. Put on 5 kilos in a matter of hours and knew I was losing the plot. Why would I let myself live in such discomfort for so long? Living in isolation from happiness in hope to be happy. What a fool I am. But all is not lost, I am still breathing. And I may have lost my mind but I found my heart. I do believe i'm translucent to everything nice, it seeps out my ears while I sleep, waking up to pure torture of living. But I have something to hold onto now and I actualy found what being truly happy is. The long build up of hate and then WAM! happiness. I look at her and all I can do is smile while my insides are doing back flips. My mind couldn't take the grasp of having an honest smile and my subconscious never knows when to shutup. "Eveything falls apart in the end, everything." I am never letting her go. What am I getting myself into? I love her, I truly do.

[07 Dec 2006|08:08pm]
If I didn't love my friends I wouldn't be trying to make this work so much.

I've found at a place at Angy's.
A room, my own room, in a fortnight.
$30 a week is better then any other place.
I'll most likely be crashing here in 2 days when I get kicked out at Rhi's.
So fuck yeah.

Macca's does that to you.

[06 Oct 2006|12:38am]
Corpses levitate through the mindless masses, cutting cords and choking innocence.
Everyone has at least one in their closet.

I've lost so much weight. Indeed. xx
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[04 Oct 2006|08:23pm]
All the small things no one would think to do, I do. Like how I always manage to stumble over that sharp corner everyone else misses.
Or have the capability to find that little puddle of water on a bench just to sit on.

But, I'm dead sexy, and the world keeps turning.
Very valid point; I'm fucking awesomely huge titted & you're not.

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[03 Oct 2006|02:36am]

Just been smoking, working, & drinking. Boringggggggggggggg  
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[14 Sep 2006|10:28am]
work again today. doop dee doo.
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[19 Jul 2006|01:00am]
   New person. New ambitions. New journal.


   I realised that if I couldn't talk about having an STD,
   not saying I have any, then the journal truly isn't my own.
   So, this will be friends only.   Once I get them. xxo
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