your problems would resolve themselves if you would just shut your mouth
no longer useful.
engrish + such…’pedestrian’ is NOT an insult, apparently…***icantspelltosavemyalcohol..
hmm, i speak fluent engrish. i used the word ‘coagulate’ (btw, means blod clot..) up until a year ago, when someone finally brought it to my attention..the word that should have been used was ‘congregate’…so, apparently, ive been suggesting that we all, say, blood clot at my house at 8…jeeze
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tictactoomuch
a crappy test. nah it was okay. whatever.
screwdrivers & tinfoil
wow oldies, pictures from the depths..
The can you survive serial killers Test
You scored 23Actio, 14Mental! you one sick mother f***er
READ THIS VERY IMPORTAND TO TELL HOW ANTI_KILLER YOU ARE!!! If you got a score less than 14 on action your one dead mother f***er and would last 2 hours If you get 16 or more on action you could survive 5 hours and a chance to escape too More than 21 you kill the cunt and escape with your life. —— On mentle a score less the 12 means you commit suicide 13-20 After escaping you live your life in a phyico home above that your sort of mentaly stable
The Psycho Test
In the clouds
HAHAHAHA! YOU ARE 38% SANE
So your a bit loopy. Who cares right? Fire may be fun but you are generally aware that you don’t want to hurt anyone. Pete the Penguin is your best friend and he plays with you even when others are around. You’ve managed to avoid the mean voices most of the time although you do like to bury random items – b
The Heartache Personality Test
Rebounder
Looks like your heart is 56% broken
Not to be confused with the reboundee, you are the Rebounder. You’ve had your share of broken hearts but you’re not willing to deal with another one by yourself so you drag someone down with you. Not only do you spark up another potential relationship – it was from the ashes of your last one. Phoenix
The How to determine if your drunk Test
Liquor happy
Congratulations! You scored 60%!
So you sitting in your happy little seat- you probably have fallen once in awhile, but you are still able to gain stability. Your a few glasses/shots away from being bestfriends with ‘the toilet’. FREEEEDOM!!!!!
more more more of what
“every attempt to make a chicken sandwhich out of chicken shit has resulted in a chicken shit sandwhich, no pickle on the side will ever change that.”
i love shamelessly ego-ambushing…
RIP Canon PowerShot A610, #2 of my poor cameras..
hello my name is Jimmy Pop and i’m a dumb white guy,
i’m not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high,
i don’t know mofo if y’all peeps be buggin’ give props to my ho cause she all fly,
but i can take the heat cause i’m the other white meat known as ‘Kid Funky Fried’,
yeah i’m hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye,
but if i crashed into Uranus i would stick it where the sun don’t shine,
cause i’m kind of like Han Solo always stroking my own wookie,
i’m the root of all that’s evil yeah but you can call me cookie
yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice
hanky code
i don’t know mofo if y’all peeps be buggin’ give props to my ho cause she all fly
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if you puke its not a fluke
ugh. well, what can i say about my day. i slept til 7 and then did nothing. eventually i ended up smoking some really good crack, just took a suboxone. great. the puking feeling is finally fading. i dont understand what the fuck is wrong with me. but i function fine. i get A’s. its not like when i was 16. were led to believe that..what i do…IE: junkies…are just JUNKIES. unemployed, unproductive, desgusting, etc…but for years ive been doing the same shit and still managed fine. well, i was on medical leave for a year but that was unrelated to drug usage (yay for organ failure!)…really. drugs probably didnt help but they didnt cause me being sick and shit. but back to my point..its all about the attitude. when i was a junior i WANTED to fail, be the worst. i did slightly more heroin in those days. now i like to be the best. or good, whatever, big ego. i function. ugh. i’m too high to write, this just sounds like a piece of denial.
EVERY BAND HAS A SHONEN KNIFE WHO LOVES THEM
You scored as Eating Disorders. Congratulations! You have an eating disorder! You know what it’s like to have “fat” eyelids and that there’s exactly 58 calories in one medium-sized green apple. Western society has discarded your well-being for sickly, paper-thin models and celebrities; welcome to the club, sister.
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master shake told me to go in the freezer, because there was a carnival in there. there was no carnival, it was a damn freezer. i got freezer burn, and i got mushed up against that chicken.
motherfuckers
godamnit. so, they want to kick me out of school…again. what. i havent failed anything, i actualy go to all my classes, havent missed a day of school… i dont get it. it would be nice if people would explain the problem to me. yeah i know my grades are far from perfect and that sometimes i’m late, but shit, give me a fucking break. people did worse then me last trimester and theyre not getting kicked out. why do these motherfuckers have to be up my ass every second, i do one thing wrong and everyones in a panic. its my life, go fuck yourselves, okay? yeah. and dont give me that bullshit about “we dont feel this is the right place for Racky”, thats such a fucking pussy-whipped shit statement, such a fucking cowardly excuse. they know very well that i’m not going to bother attending another school. plus this big bitch Satan mother is going to kick me out of the house for good if i’m not at Horace Mann. and what, my parents and school-people had this conversation a week ago and no one told me until today. what, were they going to just let me atend school all year and not bother to tell me i wasnt getting credits since i’m not actually a student? so the deans are acting bizaar around me, and i’m getting paranoid and i ask them [on Friday] if i’m getting kicked out, the make me see various heads of the school and all saying “no ones talked to you yet, god, [getting uncomfortable] go talk to so-and-so” and those fucking shitbags sit there and lie to me, fucking shitting out their mouths and tell me that everything is fine and i’m not in danger of being thrown out since i havent done anything wrong. so tommarow after school i have a meeting to see if anyone can help me. but ofcourse, Mr. Castleman and such want me to “take a leave and not return”. fuck you. i did what you asked, you cant fucking expect A’s when i’m so fucked up that i cant stay awake without vast quantaties of drugs, and my life is still shitty because my mom never kept her fucking word. shes still a psychotic and we still beat eachother up and i get stabbed, and such. and its fucked up that no one will do shit about that, because ive finally realised that families arent supposed to try to kill eachother…they may not love eachother but they should still respect eachother, and that just doesnt exist in this household. how can i concentrate when my mom is stealing my drugs and throing a fucking apple on my head, screaming for hours. i still just dont get it, why NOW. i dont shoot up in the middle of the classroom, i dont even talk in class, let alone call out. and i dont pick fights with anyone, i’m the perfectly non-irritating student since i am practicly a mute in every class. getting called on makes me throw up. its not like last year, where i’d have like a bottle of whiskey a day, starting with morning shots to get me going. okay, now i mostly do drugs. but still, i can handle myself well, at least in classes, ive only had bad hallucinations three times this year that it was obvious i was quite fucked up. if anyone actually reads my huge rant then…uh…wheee…this is fucked up. i’m sick of just sitting there and taking everyones shit, and it doesnt matter if i try because i am going to get fucked in the fucking ass no matter what, and yeah, okay, the sucky reality that no one really gives a damn, and people like me should just do themselves a favor, go out, get a gun, and use it on themselves so those other fuckers cant have the satisfaction of making my shit life shittier. hahah. fuck you, fuck you. i put up with everyone talking about how ugly/stupid/fat/gross/skeletal i am and walking all over me my whole life and i cant defend myself because i took myself out of “social things” for most of my life up till 10th grade and i dont speak. not to most people atleast. its just habbit, i guess, i stopped emotionally devolping at age seven when i decided to isolate myself because i didnt like being made fun of. its not quite my fault i’m socaily retarded. oh, and its REALLY FUNNY when i’m late for class. yeah, my god, its halarious! sorry, i was too busy coughing up blood and being generally desgusting. what is this shit, i’m supposed to be mute, right? not deaf, so that means yeah, when you talk about me and i’m five feet away, i can hear you. i dont need to cry in class, i have other things that make me feel better. and i’m not fucking stupid, okay? why the fuck am i even typing this. maybe its the amphetamines. probably. i’m sick of always just dangling on, i’m not even allowed to take part in the “normal” parts of teenage life, so fine. if thats the way they want it, i get kicked out – i go whole-heartedly into a nice heroin addiction, then i’m going to go set myself on fucking fire and die, game over, you all fucking win, i hope you enjoy it. but ofcourse, no one will remember me because i was nothing. besides, isnt it better to just die then to go and see my classmates in a few years, getting on with their lives filledwith potential, and i’ll be there dirty, unemployed and choking in my own vomit. thank but i’ll pass. what a joke, if i wasnt at school, the very few people i talk to woulnt even bother to keep in contact with me. yeah. i’m just the Fuck-Up my entire life, and no matter how dumb you feel, you can still laugh at me because i’m uglier, creepier, and besides, i’m not smart enough to understand so wheres the harm? isnt it funny that i got an F AND i was fifteen minuts late today! har. okay. thisentry has reached the point of, if i had been talking, whoever i was talking to would have longago slammed the door on my face pleading with me to shut up already. jesus what a mess. fuck this entry.
thanks a lot you shit-brained, fuck-faced, ball breaking, duck fucking pain in the ass.
contrary to popular belief, uppers and downers mixed together do not cancel eachother out. its quite unpleasant. actually, i’m feeling better now, but for awhile there, i was pretty sure that i was going to get eaten, or go brain-dead.
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar. i have more beef then any of the other cowboys.
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put a bullet in my head, i want to die
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someone kissed their own ass by mistake
i hate this. it just gets continually worse. i cant do my work. i’m supposd to “fix” things this year. i’m supposed to get off it, but i know if theres any hope of me getting gout of bed i’m going to need a little. i dont want to anymore. how did this get so out of control? i’m such a failure. its pathetic when i’m nostalgic for last year.
well whoopee-fuckin-do, hey, i’m impressed.
my mom is a whore.
i didn’t want to get sloppy so i switched from drinking whiskey to beer.
i stepped on six nails yesterday morning. the carpet was taken off because it had rotted, and nobody warned me. so unpleasent. awful thing to wake up to. now i have some sort of weird hangover, and i laughed so hard that that i just threw up suddenly. it was weird.
the creature in the sky got sucked in a hole, now theres a hole in the sky, and the grounds not cold
har har.
yeah, okay okay
booh. more bad days. i’m trying to be optimistic or something, but its sort of really difficult. i wish i could just hate everything again. or, you know, atleast not have feelings. i wanted to feel what everyone gets to feel. god this is the most pathetic sounding thing ive typed in…not such a long time. yeah, be careful what you wish for. what a fucking burdon. why why why couldnt i just…not be such a fucking idiot half the time…i mean, i still need substances to even talk to people and actually have a strong emotion – and its never pleasent. i’m really not very good at dealing with right out feelings. its so easy for everyone to just go up and have normal converastions with people. me – i cant even ask anyone for a pen without some sort of mild heart attack. and even if anyone does talk to me, i completely fuck it up and scare them. i need to get away from this. i need…a people-skills class. oh, look at this shit. this is the type of thing i’m going to read over soon and be completely repulsed by this sad, sad driviling person, who is myself and should probably go sit in the laundry room, drinking a bottle of vodka.
my word! you are fucked up!
yes. well everything is still shitty. got half the wrnog schoolbooks. it actually really embaresses me that i am in älg & trig (again) with only sophmores. i’m hoping they think i was just behind to begin with – but i know they dont. it bothers me that the other day i bought a slice of pizza for two dollars and some cents..and i gave the guy a five, since the register wasnt working correctly, he wanted to know how much to give me back. and i couldnt do it. i mean, this must be fucking second grade math and i still cant do it in my head. i actually want to do well this year, i want to be motivated and do something besides dissapoint everyone, yet i cant. i cant live in this shit house and still expect to do decent. there is something fiercly rotten in here, and i think its just the plaster in the walls again. oh well, atleast i know itsdefinatly not my fault that the upstairs neighbors always flood things. oh and also i spiled soda on the keybord again, it keeps “screaming” at me, which is both weird and sad. on my part, i mean, its a fucking platic and electric…thing. hehh. maybe i should go to sleep now.
shut up, fuckface
school. i tried to get nervous or excited or something but it didnt work out. i feel like a dumbass being in algebra & trig again. somehow i ended up with four of the class textbooks at home…not bad classes i guess. its fucking irritating when friends can barely pull a “hi” out. god its not like i’m asking for money (though i probably will at some point…) there are so many things that bothered me yet i wont even bother to bring it up, because no one ever apoplogizes to me anyway – EVEN WHEN I’M FUCKING RIGHT. or maybe not even in terms of right or wrong. when you hurt the feelings of someone you care about, shouldnt you atleast be able to say sorry. then i have to ask for a “sorry”, and then its real half-assed. i’m sick of everyones stupid fucking apathy. yeah.
for all my life, i’ve have wanted to do something that was, um, that was unequivocal
home. i never thought id miss it. well, only a little…
you came back from the dead to tell me i’m odd?
well, things seem to be traveling down a progressively shitty slope of…shit. asshole locks me out, fights, blah blah, either me or him goes, so he removed himself from the household, probably so he could go do something stupid and illegal with animals – i mean who knows, i dont particularly care. good riddance. by the time i got back Daddy Dearest had left 
am i supposed to go to vermont with Satan-mom now for that family shit? i’d almost rather wait for asswipe to return, because the entire ‘family’ hates me since i’m not really ‘one of them’. oh boo hoo. god, this shit is so overdone, i cant deal with it anymore, no one is happy and this arrangement is not fucking working. i am suppose to become anally obsessed with my work this year because i have no friends and…i kind of need to make up for last year. i dont want anymore of this jerry springer-like-soap opera bullshit. enough.
and you three, what a bunch of cocksuckers.
great, elenas mom hates me. i hate my mom. circle of hate lalala. infact right now im really not feeling the love. i am going to have nowhere to go ever and i’m going to end up having to stay in my buildings basement again (once was PLENTY, even if there is a lovely vending machine), and i am always going to be known as that stupid fuck up who gets addicted to everything and fails out of classes, gets really drunk and cries about it when its actually just my own fault. i hate to just complain like a little shithead, but god, this sucks. i am not even motivated enough to drown my troubles in alcohol.
it's over, man. let her go.