things my friend does when stressed

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indonesia 1993

idiocy seemed to be a commom character trait in modern day 20th century. Regret really hits different at 3 am in the morning. I shudder at the thought of prof brown's body stuffed in Rex's dog house. jUST a normal sunday morning.

Necessities.

Splendid pleasures and simple sweet nothings were the promises i got for those necessitites.

Heathens.

Psychotic bimbos are the type of men that my disastrous personality attracts. All for one and one for all. Simple. Straight forward. hot, steamy and all that ludicrous jazz. its 1993 after all.

Grabbing onto the the pillar, i stare at the door leading to the church. Honestly, i felt like if Hades had a best friend, im his cousin. No pun intended. Really, im his cousin.

...Wishful thinking.

Everything about life is supposed to be splendiferous. the stars, the moon, nature and all that sappy nonsense the perfect good girls talk about on televison. Why do people remove the reality from reality? Why does the sun shine and not burn the ridiculous creatures we call humans?

Honestly, i m tired of ourselves? I s that even a bloody *************** thing?

Loneliness is something ive come to adapt as a personality trait. Its actually become my best friend. My euphoric drug in the rain. For me, to forget is to live. And to remember is a suicide mission.

Why am i recording this again?

dear diary, im signing off..................

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I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS. THIS WAS TYPED IN BECAUSE SHE WAS STRESSED OUT ABOUT A HISTORY TEST THAT WE WERE ABOUT TO RIGHT IN THE AFTERNOON TODAY FOR 2 HOURS-----------------------HAVE A NICE DAY