Monday, June 21st, 2004. For the love of god someone out there must have something exciting to do! In normal behavior, i will be using this entry to bitch and complain about meaningless bullshit. i need to do something new and exciting! Leave me something good. even if i dont know you. Saturday, May 22nd, 2004. It feels like somethings missing. i just cant seem to figure out what it is. Its like the part that makes waking up and going through the motions everyday worth while.

They dont call him columbine because he wears a trench coat. They dont call him columbine because he wears a trench coat. Around the name of your city. Around the name of your city.

Lunes, 10 de agosto de 2015. El funeral de un soñador. Cae una tormenta, el cielo está negro encima del cementerio aunque se vislumbra una luz encendida en uno de los crematorios, sólo se escuchan los relámpagos ensordecedores, el crematorio con la luz encendida está vacío, el viento calaría los huesos de los visitantes, pero no hay nadie, la luz proviene de uno de los hornos, está encendido, y frente a él hay un ataúd abierto, no hay nadie. Junto al ataúd hay una mesa en la que.

I got into the BFA. Thanks for all of your help, Rayna! Plus, finals are over. Thank the good sweet alien overlord. Yesterday I spent 15 hours straight editing. I got three hours of sleep. And now, time for a picture entry. Lee and I decided to go stair surfing. Brought to you by my cruddy camera phone.

D Bonne visite ;D. Papotter , me faire des potes .