I love you.

I want to watch horror movies and fuck.

Get tacobell then get fucked up.

I want to wake up in your arms...

Baby I just wanna be with you.

-Reject.

When I'm sick nigga I'm sick. I feel like a walking cancer coughing up cancer. Probably because I'm getting cancer, cancer man. Time to roll another cancer stick, since we're out of 'real' cigarettes.

I took over 8 doses of medicine in a 12 hour period. I wish we had some Vicodin. Blah my pill poppin' sister is turning me. She hopefully will be home soon. I miss her, and Brooke- she's going to kill me when she finds this out.

Also during a 24 hour period I have to be genuinely nice. Yuck just like the old days. 23 more hours yup. Someone save me from this madness.

-Reject.

He made my toes curl. Honestly no guy has done. Idk if he can do that when we're together together. But if he can... oh god I better not fuck this up. He's so perfect. ugh

I probably shouldn't of whacked off lol, gah. Oh well lol. I love my babe, we said I love you a billion times, all I have too say- it'll never get old with him.

-Reject.

More fighting yay.

-Reject.

I feel betterish. >^< I hate being sick. blaaaah~

-Reject.

No one really cares. That's okay though. I always knew I'd succumb to this, I fucking knew I'd be alone. Where is my friends? The people whom care? Where are you? It's okay really.

-Reject.

So much too say...

-Reject.

Watching Hick so far? I want to hurt Kitty. TOO COUNTRY FOR ME. GOD

-Reject.