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Quote: from Driftwood at 5:19 am on Oct. 7, 2008

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Quote: from Anonymous at 5:17 am on Oct. 7, 2008

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Quote: from Driftwood at 5:12 am on Oct. 7, 2008

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Quote: from Anonymous at 4:39 am on Oct. 7, 2008

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I never really gave a fuck about changing the world and I never really gave a fuck about money. All I ever wanted was somebody waiting on me when I get home and a way to follow my ambition. But it doesn't really matter what I want and it doesn't really fucking matter just how I feel.

  It's not as if I'm looking for excuses or any world-changing advice, I'm not looking for a confirmation that I'm justified in hanging down my staircase with a rope around my neck. It's just funny how those fibers would be closer to me than most of the people that know me ever wanted to be.

  People just see me humanity-hating dickhead with too much insecurities and a handfull of shattered dreams, a high-school dropout who looks exhausted. They just don't see that those rings around my eyes are my last circles of hope.

  And they just don't understand that I am worthwile to get to know, if you could just make me want to show you to part of me that I keep covered. And they just assume that because I'm not letting people in doesn't mean I am a social paria. To all of them I'm just bitter and to you I'm probably a hopeless asshole who you're feeling sorry for.

  It doesn't matter, this world is not worth living and you and I both know that I'm right. But the one cause that I'm not rolling myself up in a blanket and burning myself to death, is because of the few friendships that I do have... I just wish there was more that made me at least hesitate to commit suicide...

  But there's nobody waiting on me when I get home except the same fucking walls that are beginning to talk to me. There's no way for me to express myself except in the blood that I force out of me. And there's not a single soul in my area that would ever give me a chance...

  I feel like I'm imprisoned before I've lived long enough to commit a crime. I feel like I'm in Hell before I ever learned how to sin. I just hope that somebody outside my few friends would tell me that everything will be okay and that I could actually believe it... because right now, hope is an endangered emotion in my body..

  Bet you never thought it would be so much more fucked up to look at a corpse while it's still breathing...

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  come to my house :) we will party on down :)

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  .. I'm actually considering that..

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 where do u live??  

 bring booze and hash :)

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Germany.. I would bring booze..

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im afraid germany i sa bit far away :s lolz x
meh!"!!!

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Tidal waves they, rip right through me

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Then don't go. Don't give them a call. Don't even try.  

You can't say you've tried everything when you clearly have not.

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If I even managed to change the entire way my brain functions to the point that ice for a time felt like fire, I'd say I've tried practically everything.

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im afraid germany i sa bit far away :s lolz x
meh!"!!!

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I know it's far away.. if it wasn't, I'd take the chance.