.an unsuburban life.

. hair-kut .

Wed, 03 Mar 2004 15:02:28 GMT

i'm moving my journal.
new start.
if i haven't added you to my new friends' list, please tell me.

if you want to find me, post here and i'll tell you.
if ya don't...well, ok.
your perogative.

i love you all. thank you for everything.
.the unsuburban.

. i need to learn how to talk .

Tue, 02 Mar 2004 18:04:29 GMT

so i'm told everything will be fine.
people just need their time, right?
then i'll be able to devulge the entire story instead of the part i put up on here.
i want to go to him. he doesn't want to see me - understandable. i wouldn't want to see me either. but i can't leave myself.

i want to say i'm sorry 18 gabillion different ways. i want to make it up to you. i want to tell you the truth - the entire truth. but i know my words mean nothing now. i'm not expecting them to. but please hear me out.

but not here, Ker.
i want to talk to you.
face to face.
as soon as humanly poosible.

. the curse known as LiveJournal .

Tue, 02 Mar 2004 02:56:25 GMT

that's all i can say.
i never meant to hurt anyone.
i never meant to be fake.
was i fake? then i'm sorry.

i felt my timing was just off.
i have a hard time talking to people.
i get everything out in writing. so i wrote on a journal.
probably should have been lock and key, huh?

damn, i didn't mean to hurt you ker. i was just scared.
i know it doesn't make any diffenerce now. *sighs*
i so want to talk to you, but i understand that you don't want to.

fuck.
i'll be at the school tomorrow at 10, ker.
catch the shuttle with the others.
you can stab me then.
i deserve it.
please.

everyone else who has beef with me - grab a knife...but ker gets first shots.
i won't fight back.

. heart of .

Mon, 23 Feb 2004 22:48:15 GMT

Heart of Glass

What is Your Heart REALLY Made of?

figures, dah?
[the `burban]