So fresh and so clean clean.

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Do it.

the best part: this is the worst...

memories.  i keep them locked away, hidden, i don't want to find them, i don't want to remember the good, because with the good comes the bad, and the bad couldn't have gotten any worse.  but i can't help it sometimes, i have to remember, and it makes me miss you so much.  everything about you.  i hate it.  i want to hate you.  i can't.  i'll never stop trying.

so this is me being weak... cause that's exactly what i am.

it started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this, it was only a kiss, it was only a kiss...

weekend was lovely.  got to hang out with some of my favorite people. 

it's also always good when you wake up to your hamster crawling around in your pillowcase.  thanks to someone for telling me stories at 5 in the morning.  it meant a lot.  nah, a little.

i absolutely love yoohoo's, hugs, and rainy days.  <3 the end.

looking back at sunsets on the Eastside, we lost track of the time, dreams aren't what they used to be...

i hate the feeling you give me.  no, no i don't.

hallelujah, lock and load.

this is one of those ridiculously fucked up weeks.  so where the hell do i go from here?  tell me, because i don't know.  and i thought i was done crying... that was only the start of it. 

people need to figure out what they want (and that is  me).

this weekend better kick some major ass, i really need it to.

did i say that i loathe you? did i say that i want to... leave it all behind?  i can't take my mind off of you.

p.s.  driving down a windy road going 90 miles per hour, windows down, buzzed off a cigarette, still loopy from the pills you took the night before, screaming with my chemical romance - is not a good idea.  it's a great idea.