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being pretty isn't my thing.

1 yr 3 mos ago
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baby smiles. me && my "daughter". she makes me wanna wake up in the morning.

1 yr 3 mos ago
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My Journals (2)

fix me in 45.

1 yr 6 mos ago Comments (4)

Wherever you go, I'll always be waiting.I'm wasting my time, honestly … Read more

Broken Down

2 yrs 3 mos ago Comments (2)

Rip Me Open. I Want You To See How Fucked Up You've Made Me. I've … Read more

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	Mark as Spam raya: 06/01/2007 3:32 PM Got my internet cut off again. I'll talk to you when i can. hold your head high love, you can let go....i did.
	Mark as Spam raya: 05/28/2007 12:53 PM im so sorry dear. i had a total meltdown. you've known me long enough to see i get that way sometimes. im better now, trust me. i had some sort of clarifying experience last night. it tied up all the loose ends, erased all the "what if's" and now im left with certainty. it feels fantastic. you know, i've always been one to lead and never follow. that's why this experience feels so miserable to me. because im not in control. not even of myself. as a matter of fact, i have no rule to measure how long the good feeling will last. im no longer behind the wheel. what i do, how i feel, is no longer in my control.
	Mark as Spam raya: 05/25/2007 9:12 AM i can't do this anymore. im deleteing everything that was. it was all pixels and pencilmarks anways. i can't end up like that. i have too much to offer for it all to wilt away. my head doesent need cleaning. it's the stuff thats been sitting for ages that's the real gold. in that case, im a millionaire now. im useless in my attamepts, i cant do much for you anymore. im barley able to help myself out. and even so, i know this will come back to bitch slap me in the face. WHY? because as humans we will always ask "what if?" life is too short to never know. or turn away. but im doing it anyways cause life is also too short to spend dying, cause it'll be the end before it begins. im just trying to stay strong. i need a shoulder but i get empty air. the ghost's of my halucinations are fucking me on the couch. and slipping cyanide into my drinks. i cant make them go away. and when i pull them close, im glad they've stayed. i'm not gonna renmain in reality, because none of it is really real. everyone is fake. there is no such thing as substance. im going to steal Raya away and seal her in a book with the binding kept tight. i'll lock her behind her own ensnaring words. bars made of letters. she really isnt a person. she's just a charecter i've made up in my head. one that loves a person that doesent exist. no more. time to find out what's really behind all the skin. peel it back and watch her sqirm... she never really mattered to anyone. "Wake up with bloodshot eyes, struggle to memorize, the way it felt between your thighs"... i want to find some comfort at the bottom of a wine bottle. in the friction up my skirt. at the party by the bar. let's play tag with our tounges, and forget we were ever genuine. forget the sparkle in our eyes. forget the suny-day smiles and the rainy day dances. forget the all-nighters talking too the crickets. let go off everything that was.