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Below are the 6 most recent journal entries.

 

 
  2006.11.23  07.00
bruised?

im sick of it at all.
im sick of the falls.
the bruises.
the black eyes.
the hiding.
the idiot friends of mine.
that stupid fucking whores .
im ready to loose it .
either i get hurt or someone
but in the end it wont be good.


hit me again fucker and see what happens.

sometimes i wonder
am i better off _______?



Mood: irritated
 
 


 
  2006.08.09  18.17
bleck

so stressed.
need a job.
i got so nervous last night
and then people think im on blow
ha
fuck it
im going into hiding for awhile

 
 


 
  2006.02.23  01.49
two weeks = NEW HOUSE

no more shit in my life.
just late night bike rides.
bestfriends
problems and answers.
no more parents
and no more so called family.
i am in control of my life now
and no one else can take the wheel.
this weekend was fun
getting drunk
drea bieng drea
val elaine and i having a fucking blast .
even with little shit getting in our way
WHAT THE FUCK WHO INVITED YOU?
no one.
i love these girls to deathpretttty rad
loving life
what a change
yumm

 
 


 
  2006.02.23  01.39


she went to a school
to only learn he was THE sin
of tragedy
and she left him there in all his sorrow
all she could feel was remorse
she left that school feeling hate
and arrive fresh and new
to find out he hated her
which meant they hated her
since when do we think for ourselves growing up
media tells us what to believe
religion tells us what is considered a sin
and popularity is like a maryter
we do what we have to despite other people all for popularity
and she wonders if she had stuck with him
if things would be different
if her wrists filled with scars from blades too touchable
would be smooth and radiant
would she have ever tried to kill herself
because who can love themselves when people call them ugly
instead of there name
when growing she watched him destroy himself
she watched him fall apart at the death of a brother
she would reach her hand out but he would push her down
any man shes ever trusted practically killed her
she wonders if they were still friends
what would that have changed?








mmm childhood memories
ill finish later



Mood: awake
 
 


 
  2006.01.09  02.22
family hurts more then breaking up with a love of your life

i want some family that will love me

i have to pay rent to live at home i found out

which is fuckin lame

i said i will just leave
i just want my things

they said nope

not even the things i bought or my friends had given to me

well no kaydee legally we own everything of yours
legally we can make you pay rent

legally
YOURE FUCKED
ya good conversation




so i left with the things that i was wearing

my camera they took from me
i have NOTHING
a sweatshirt
a jacket
a shirt
and
pants
wow
amazing right?



the passion i have and long for
is gone
im broke
but i think i have an interview for a job
i want someone to talk to me
a specific person
im moving soon
and im hyped
as in i talk about it everyday
but knowing my luck
something will go wrong
and ill be stuck here in hell
which then ill just fuckin end it
because i have nothing here for me
at all
i have my favorite venue that im not allowed at because of an ex of mine
my house that i hang out with, with the few friends i have
im not allowed at because they stole shit from me and wont give it back
thus theyre scared so they just wont let me there

my mother and father hate me
and i miss my sisters
i would stay at home
if i didnt have to pay
and abide by there rules
which would mean be there bitch slave
i feel like a complete fool there
unwanted
an annoyonce upon them
its a vibe i get really

when i visit
its get off my computer
get off my coach
have fun in MY BED
just simple things like that drive me nuts
yes im 16 mom
yes mom love me
like a child
yes mom i am yours
yes my father is dead mom
so why arent you there for me



dear mom
i hate you
please hand me a razor
slit my wrist
and throat
kill me already
love
kaydee
thats pretty much home



the only reason i seem so sad in this
i talked to my mother today
to find out
i get nothing of my things
and it makes me feel shitty
im deteremined
though
ill get it back somehow
i need it
my camera at least
my hoodie my friend gave me
the dress my grandmother bought me
my lip rings i bought
the dresses
ive searched for and found and bought
my cowboy boots
I BOUGHT
just
ugg
im going to cry if i keep going

i want a family
someone find me one



Mood: crushed
 
 


 
  2006.01.02  03.15
life of a girl

life is full of complex problems from bieng used to wanting death and its never ending
you have your happy moments and they last for a life time well in songs they do right but in reality there lost the moment they end friends come and go and happiness floats away like a child letting go of a balloon in a parking lot you always want someone to know everything about you and for them to understand it completely but then youre such a fucked up situation they're scared away in a split second you go from shy to bieng the tough ass of the state from getting beat up to beating ass


i wonder which way is the holsome way to go

then you have your addictiong whether its buying things to fill your arms with to throwing up the dinner your mother made you to slicing every bit of flesh youre born with

we all have our problems but look done on everyone else's

close minded love life

and

the ignorant know nothing

the caring wish to die

and the hatefull beat your face in thinking who am i

the doubtfull gain nothing in life


and its neverending


the hopeless martyr i suppose

is always the right way to go
slow and easy
or long and painfull
only i would know

or the theres a memory haunting you but you cant remember its exactness
and its so important to you


you wonder if it ever really happened

or if you made the thought in your head

and dreams played with reality
but youll never know


society say doctors help

i believe they make it worse



your soul searches for happines


and kills it self in the middle


peace is deprived from my daily thoughts


im tired and going to bed
this is a terrible mess of a writting job ive done
but its all well



Mood: awake
Music: fevors and mirrors-bright eyes
 
 



[ thoughts of a child ]

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