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...{ Wednesday, September 23, 2009 }

I literally threw up in my mouth when i saw this.

I need to stab something right now.

I need to stop crying. I think my eyeballs are going to fall out. Anybody wanna hang out and clmb romantic mountains and stick your head really close to mine and smile in a mindlessly happy way ? Fuck la i am such a bitch.

And i am not insecure. I just do not like other people touching any part of my boyfriend. I reserve the right to be irrational and retarded at 2am in the fucking morning when i see stupid pictures that make me nauseous so don't fucking judge me.

A car needs to hit me tomorrow and put me in a coma for the next 4 months and then i'll conveniently wake up when the boyfriend comes back and i won't feel like vomiting every time i see him so happy without me.

I need to stop being such a cunt.

I need to shop.

Chingy can we go buy knives tmr or something zzzzzzzzz.