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:: Saturday, February 04, 2006 ::

your self-worth is not defined by numbers.

maybe i'm making the biggest mistake of my life. maybe my life is just beginning. overalls and smiles, it makes me feel all of five years old. i remember, sitting on my nanny's lap. getting my hair braided. i remember, eating ice cream at the void deck of 32, having it trickle down my arms. i remember the first time i kissed her in my uniform. i remember, colorful 80s print carpets before my first independant holiday. bleeding in black lace. marlston hill. daddy long legs on my ceiling.

and now, it's being broke. it's sex. it's countless cups of peach tea and shwetong. it's you watching me. it's the frowns in my sleep. it's mother running away...

diarrhoea. goosebumps. receding hairlines. ah, the amazing human anatomy!

i have one hour left, time go go to school. on a saturday, no less.

highlights of the week
1. discovering my facsination with quotes from dead people
2. organ
3. having three pillows at night
4. neat fingernails

krys
:: krys Saturday, February 04, 2006 [+] ::
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sometimes it hurts when you care about me. but it's gonna hurt more when they take you away from me.

i am so deprived of audio stimulation. no cd player. no mp3.

like a puppet hanging off strings
all your stories are breaking me in
wrists are a-bleeding, needles are dry
why.

i want a back massage. i want orange juice. i want a fucking mp3 player cable. i want purple room. actually no, my room is going to be blood red.

there is this constant desire in me to sleep. like i have never slept before, like i am snow white. because of a fucking fruit. i think i'm slightly angry today. i really think..







:: krys Tuesday, January 31, 2006 [+] ::
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