really. what is the point? all secrets. all lies.
in my bones i don't believe you.
not a word.
in my skin i feel it. like blades and burns.
i hear it in every syllable.
no truth. just buzzing.
swarming
like flies.
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she melts and mends. all the pieces scatter and shatter. and then they fit right back together.
hi. welcome to the unread ramblings of a girl with nothing important to say. this doesn't stop her from sharing all her meaningless opinions and observations. she swears. she can't spell. she binges on cake and vodka.
"people blog because they think their lives are more important than they actually are".
- me, october 22, 2007, to shannon after she told me about a shirt that says "no one reads your blog". i told her i want it. and i also want a shirt that says "i blog, therefore i am".
"people blog because they think their lives are more important than they actually are".
- me, october 22, 2007, to shannon after she told me about a shirt that says "no one reads your blog". i told her i want it. and i also want a shirt that says "i blog, therefore i am".
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