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good god, we can fake it as much as we like
but in the end we're nothign but distant friends.
we may have been through alot, but you've changed. i dont like how you behave and use people to your advantage.
i dont want you in my life anymore,
your hardly a friend.

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i can't live in a world where you don't exist.
whether you're mine, or not

paramore

"There is something,
I see in you,
It might kill me,
I want it to be true."

sta happy

my brother comes home in 13 days. you have no idea how unbelievably happy i will be to see him. also, on the 30th i'm going to edmonton for a newyears party/reunitement with my honey kayla,who'm i miss a great deal.
those are two positives..to look forward to rightnow.

ok.

how stupid can some one possibly be, i figured i had a second chance. but i now realize you took me for granted,and i was there.
there is some connection there i know, but you don't wanna accept it. instead,you perfer to make me look stupid.
thaaankyou.

always be drunk

Always be drunk. That's it! the great imperative! in order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way. On what? on wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk. And if you sometimes happen to wake up on the porches of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the dismal loneliness of your own room, your drunkenness gone or disappearing, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, ask everything that flees, everything that groans or rolls or sings, everything that speaks, ask what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock will answer you: "Time to get drunk! don't be martyred slaves of Time, get drunk! stay drunk! on wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"

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i am tired of walking alone

i am

i, am a great competitor.
although i'm lacking in looks and confidence.

oooo dear

i'm siiick
good god,
im stressed and your not helping

oh boy.

you've put me in a weird place.
i'm kinda not sure if i wanna take this route again.
but you've taught me not to get my hopes up.

golden

beats
bitches
booze.

this doesn't get old

hardcore shows with a techno and drink up intermission in the little mexican box car.
maybe a little hollysprings in the mix.

faaaaaak

really, 7 am practices.
no thankyou,

metaphor!

your a boomerang.you leave for a while, then come flying back when i would least expect. when you leave, i know it's just how you were made, but you somehow always manage to keep me curious and interested.
you're a boomerang. you come flying back and again, i drop everything just to catch you.

my bitches,

bitches drive drunk
bitches dance hard at punk shows.
bitches party and bullshit.

all stoked until it goes down

i get so excited about everything big in my life, until it actually comes down to doing it. basketball is going to be a huge HUGE effort,putting in all the work to get cut,or make a team and the whole out come is what i'm dead afraid of.

not gunna lie,

first things first,work is not satisfying my fancy at all today.
and second, how come when i like a guy it's like KFGHKJFHGKDHFGKHFDKGHKJFGHKSFH I RUL LIKE YOU BOY.
shit, calm the fuck down kendra.

/crush

no
what?

weeeo

work pays off, all i got is big money



edit: iz all gone

i must say,

i have never been more infatuated with something in my life,
pin up 100%.
seriously... i wish i lived in the 50's.
i'm becoming so different.
but i'm happy as ever,amped up.

really?

like.. dudes...? whaat the fuuuck

rully?

honnnnest to god,
i dance to thunderheist half naked.

heads up

alcoholics

say no

to boys, seriously. trouble causing heart breaking things.

buy you a draank

get my party on. i realized i've really never said "aaaaaa,no" to drinking.
w/e i like to party.


we like,we like to party.

awefuck

i remember saying,i'd stay single till 24.
but i have a problem.. i'm totally into this dude.
and he's perfect.

rullly,

i would love to jump for joy,and remind my self THANKGOD YOU FUCKED OFF.
seriously.
your a stupid loser.
and you remind me this constantly.
thanks, you saved my life

well,

totally booked my ink appointment, this friday at 230.
stoked on it,really.




also.
my weekend is consisting of work,party,work,party.




also!
i hate makeup today,and i really haven't straightened my hair lately.

today was a gong

today was overly retarded. who works on sundays.
apparently i go home early.
yaay

well, yaaay

getting caught in stupid girlish drama is always quite lovely.
no matter the age, it somehow seems to always come my way.
i'm cought in a rough place.
how lovely.

ohgod,

i was waiting for this, this blow of like.. sarcasm and attempted guilt trip.
haha,its funny cause it's a two way street m'dear.
and i'm happy where i am.
sorry for that.

letttdown

saw five was a total blow.
shiiit, talk about making a horrid movie to add to 4 perfectly planned out ones. not to mention, not enough gore.

100%

positive i'll stay single atleast until i'm 24.

ghost town,at sundown

my friends are the best.
our chill sesh's are always spontanious and random as fuck.

jesus christ

i like seeing more of you around,i'm serrrrious
even though the eyecontact is totally awkward
and i've got a school girl crush
its all g.

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"What you need to do is be thankful for the life that you got. You know what I'm sayin'. Stop lookin' at what you ain't got and start bein' thankful for what you do got." - T.I

who i'd like to meet:

someone who can keep up.
someone who has style,personality,height and facial hair,
tatts are a total bonus.
i just want a dude to be around for me,but not be a clingy fuck.
thats fuckin ideal right there.

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i am so stoked on getting another tatttoo.

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i'm so good at pushing everything and everyone away from me. i don't even know how i got to this place,maybe it was time for me to change,maybe it was just me being selfish. or hurtful towards others. maybe it was just time to get on with life.
i couldn't actually be 100% honest why i feel the need to pull away from some of the people who've shaped me into who i am now.
but something just isn't right with ME.
and i need to figure it out,for myself.
by myself.

it's sad.

no matter how hard i actually try.
i'll never be completely content with myself,
or completely happy.

don't worry be happy/

i need to not worry about people anymore.
i need to be happy for my self.

holy shit

it makes total sense now.
the fact that you were such an asshole to me, made me like you more. don't question my "judgement" i mean,your not my style anymore. at all.
but seriously.
being a dick to me was probably a mistake on your part,cause the whole "shitty dude" appeals to me, a great deal.
bearded,bitchy and boozed.
yessss please.

i can be the worst person sometimes,

i really feel that i could be a better friend for some people,but interest is lost. i can't really fix anything if i'm not interested in being around anymore,people move on,i'm changing, i'm some what content. but it just seems as if i'm worried you don't get that,or your not fond of that. things play out the way they do,becuase thats how life is. and i'm sorry if i've offended you.

shiiii bitch

a bunch of hot men in my city
but i can never find them more than once

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thank god for ink,beards and flannel

shiiiii bitch

stop acting like you need so much attention