yukariandou @ 2007-12-15T12:50:00
Lately listening more and more the song "Give me more," the bald platinum pop. And that style songs "are a pussy and afraid to show her ass all" I had never been taken too. It will, perhaps, that the satanic lyrics of this song is something that takes me, or rather I'm concerned. "Give me more, give me more. It 's true is what I am. Insatiable collector. It 's almost shocking. It's now my motto, "Give me more!", Perhaps with a "fuck" or "fuck you" at the end, just to keep my style of fake girl welcomed by the wide mouth.
It 'something that, in the evidence, I have always heard, anyway. I remember in sixth grade, about ten years ago. We were asked to enter personal motto under our arms just as intimate. Not I know well how to make a claim to consider the probability that a child of eleven years has just a motto, but that was how we were asked. And I, from the top of my ego does not put a proverb, quotes other scholars resumed, but a line from my creation.
"Search search search and find." It has the same meanings! Of "Give me more." At least eleven years still have the desire to go it alone, while the odds, now I want to attack others. It will not happen this thing just yesterday when you need my words were literally turned to my colleague: "You are only here to break my balls."
Sometimes I think I deserve to be so self-centered dismissal ahaha.
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yukariandou @ 2007-12-08T20:08:00
I do not have any more of a fuck to say.
and that miresterebbe to write that the work I have cut. I hate staying home. I hate to go out at night. that I can not do the diet and if I take a step ounces nights thinking about the remedy.
and I'm always sick with stomach pain and anxiety. and I hate everything and everyone. blather all know just tell me things I already know or thoughts of futility that maybe only I notice. and fuck everything.
I do not have any more of a fuck to say.
and that miresterebbe to write that the work I have cut. I hate staying home. I hate to go out at night. that I can not do the diet and if I take a step ounces nights thinking about the remedy.
and I'm always sick with stomach pain and anxiety. and I hate everything and everyone. blather all know just tell me things I already know or thoughts of futility that maybe only I notice. and fuck everything.
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