| my diffident.self |
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name- does it matter.honestly?
year- 29091986 location- land of broken hearts. & shattered souls music- punk rock.hardcore.emo.metalcore. emocore.pop.jazz.oldies like Ritchie Valens contact- emokills187@hotmail.com screenname- emokills even as the world sharpens beneath me i'll just pretend & smile.but it doesn't matter cuz i won't been missed i'll just leave a letter" |
| setting my wings.ablaze |
Thursday, March 30          ||my heart.bled||8:25 PM |
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Thursday, March 16 i wonder.what the hell is a use of a cell phone if a person is unreachable through sms & calls.even after an hour of pressing the call button,putting it down b4 the lady in the phone asks 4 a voicemail,pressing the call button again,putting down b4 the voicemail,caaaallliinnngggg again,puuuutttttttiiiiinnnnng down aaagggaaaiiinnn.doing that restlessly for a whole hour.yep.a whole hour of just doing that.call.end.call.end.call.end.paranoia?nope.honest to god truth.hoping the other end would pick up.wondering where that person is.worried sick as hell like never b4 when that person is having a joyous fun time laughing away like theres no tommorrow & when there are ppl out there who just....care.no.i think that word is under-achieved.it doesn't do justice to what the person is feeling.but what the hell ryte.it sure was fun getting all mad & shit.cell phones & all means of communication should be extinct like the dinosaurs.itll save the environment more.insanity is the werd of the day kids.brought to you by the number 100000000000000000000000000000000 |
| my vestige.journey |
| scar.your words |
| dreaming.a reality |
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les paul guitar |
