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New Year. Same sucky life. Parents were out New Years night. Got stoned by myself. Buzz kill. Have I ever said that guys are completely and utterly insensitive and all they ever want to do is get laid? It's the truth... "I love scotch. Scotch, scotch, scotch." Will Farrell/ Anchorman Why do I have to be so confused about all the guys in my life? It's just all so damn confusing. How guys like David and Jared lead you on and how other guys (Brown Eyes) can be so close to you as a friend and you both want more, secretly, but he won't let you know and all he wants to do at this moment and time is to get laid. *Ack* His laying on me the other night and when he looked up at me with that sparkle in his eyes and went, "You're my buddy, right?" I can't get those big brown eyes out of my mind. New Years Resolutions: 1. Lose weight (goal: 135) 2. Find a good boyfriend 3. Pierce tongue 4. Publish a piece of work 5. Get a decent job "To every broken heart in here" Lost Prophets Ashley lost her virginity to Matt. *eww* She claims she was under the influence. I feel like she betrayed me... She got me one last Christmas present. It's a kickass digital camera. "It's all part of the choices that you make" Ashley's New Years Resolutions: 1. Lose weight (goal: 145) 2. Find a good boyfriend The hours tick by. I wait. Waiting for something, anything. The days go by and I still wait. Sixteen years and nothing to show for it. Sixteen years and I've accomplished nothing. No one cares about me. Nobody notices me and I've done nothing to let anyone see me. Suppose to go back to school Monday but haven't b/c of the bad weather. Ice storms and snow storms. Got into a fight with my parents a few nights ago. I swear, sometimes they're so ignorant and selfish. Both of them. I'm grounded until Friday or Saturday. I feel betrayed. I've been thinking about Heather, Erica, Scooter, and all of them. I realized that Scooter's probably my only true friend out of all of them. I mean, Heather and Erica are always doing things, running around and I'm never invited or anything. They never come over to see me at all. Scooter visits me all the time. The other night, he didn't have to come over and get me stoned. Just a thought. Extremely fucked up in the head. Six words to describe me, in an instant. I cry when I'm alone and have to hold in the tears when I'm around others. They flow so freely and scour my eyes with the burn of the salt. They stain my cheeks and fill my heart with a sense of hopelessness. But, the flowing of these tears also heal the wounds in my soul, like salt on a cut. It burns but helps at the same time. "Come on baby, light my fire." Doors Jim Morrison's poetry is so enriching and alive. Almost makes me want to trip on acid. Got the internet hooked up today. l8er dayz, casey elizabeth Post a comment in response: |
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