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.