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Saturday, March 03, 2007 3:49 PM

i hate my life right at this point now.
everyone cant just shut up.
i feel so sad for anna nicole smith.
even when she's dead, her mother, husband and ex-boyfirend at still fighting over her.
her mother wants her to be buried in texas.
her ex-boyfriend wants a faternity test
her husband wants her daughter,
which might not be his.
i feel so sad for her.
if i were her, i'd kill myself too.
and we dont even know how she died yet.
at least she'll be with her son.
thank god.

more or less, i hate the people around me.
everyone.
all kinds.
shut up and go away!
...

oasis
'stop the clocks and turn the world around. let your love lay me down. and when the night is over, there'll be no sound. lock the box and leave it all behind. on the backseat of my mind. and when the night is over, where will i rise?'

riot.
audrey
stephanie
crystal
laura
nicole
erin
mable

boxcar racer.
credits.
brush: funeralmonster. image:fakingfashion.
layout:huiting.