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Vittu toi foorumi taas jumittaa.
Vittu mä tahon takasin Thaimaaseen.
Vittu olo on kuin yliajetulla oravalla.

Moneskohan kerta tää on, kun mä katon Whistleriä ja itken?! Ja kukaan ei edes kuollu. Helvetti. Tästähän tulee kohta tapa.

Rupes itkettää, vaikka Travis onkin niiiin paska jätkä.

Rupes taas vituttamaan. Kun kahessa viikossa jää jaksot kattomatta - mä olen Whistlerissä ihan ulkona.

Voi tuska. MIKSEI phpbbserver toimi?! Vaikka kyllä mä sen tiesin koko ajan, että se saattaa kaatua, mutta saatana.

NAM <3
Californication ja Weeds jatkuu JA Kyle XY alkaa uudestaan ♥♥

Pakkaaminen on tuskallista. Mä en edes tiedä mitä vaatteita mä tartten huomenna, saati sitten ens viikolla. PRKL.
Mutta nam, pääsen pois täältä <3

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21.00 Californication (K15)
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22.50 Californication (K15)

oi nam <3

December 25th, 1986 - Van Nuys.

Merry Christmas.

That's what people say at Christmas, right?
Except normally they have someone to say it to.
They have friends and family,
And they haven't been crouched naked under a Christmas tree
with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys.
They're not out of their minds, they're not writing in a diary,
And they're definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
I didn't speak to a single person today.
I figured why should I ruin their fucking Christmas.

I've started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons.
One, I have no friends left.
Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before.
And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.

It's just me and you, diary. Welcome to my fucked up life.


Nobody would believe the shit that happens in my head, it's haunted.
Now that I've come down from the drugs
it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere.
Thirty minutes ago, I could've killed someone.
Or better yet, myself.