| Guys...yesterday fuckin' sucked. Everyone I knew was crying. I wanted to cry myself, but because my body is hyped on Antidepressants and I'm too damn opstimistic...I couldn't. I couldn't even feel bad for more than a couple minutes. I knew him. I remember him...but I don't want to. I want to see him again, tomorrow, next week, I don't care. It was hard getting to sleep last night because everytime I closed my eyes, I saw him. His gorgeous teal-blue eyes, his blonde hair, his pale skin, his thin slinky body. It hurt, but eventually I got to sleep. It also got thinking...one of the hardest things for someone to do, is to admit that someone they know or loved...died. Why the FUCK did Preston commit suicide yesterday!? It couldn't have been because of cancer! He wouldn't do that!
...I guess...Monday was the last time I'll be able to hug him...and the last time I'll see him...and the last time I'll tell him I love him in a creepy-stalker way. ♥ ♥ |
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| Hey Hey Hey y'alls. Like I said on Myspace, mades me a Xanga...again.
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I should start offering people to stick dollars down my pants more often. =]
MMMOOONNNEEEYYY MMMAAAKKKEEERRR!!!
(Sorry, random obnoxious-ness)
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