barely
updated.
there's
more
to
life
than
this.



Other diaries:

6*12*02

i make my own good times

fuck you.
fuck you.
and fuck you too.
there, i feel better now.

i guess i have to get a fucking contract signed with people so that i can have solid plans with someone.

ugggggh, i wish i could punch him sometimes...right in his stupid peanut head.

argh, i think it's time to move to mars.



regress /progress



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