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Name: Booda
Interests: Reent musical endeavors: My Chemical Romance, Thrice, Atreyu, Killswitch Engage, From Autumn To Ashes, etc. Playing drums.
Expertise: Eating pussy. You know. Going down on a girl. Licking the cotton candy...erm.. Drumming.. Music..
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  becky3501
Yahoo:  scrubby_midwest_ninjalo
Member Since:
9/14/2004
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| The power of thought is a horrible thing. It really is.
There are times I feel so incredibley worthless, so stupid, so guilty... Just pointless, as a being. Watching others rise up around me, morally, financially, academically...
It gets lonely in a house of so many when the only one you want is miles away
Just watching everyone else be better at soemthing then me, talent or just something everyone else seems to be good at but me. Seeing nothing in myself, as far as accomplishments or abilities go.
I'm always cold until you're next to me
Restless and fading
Healing heart and I'm waiting
Until the next time I can hold you close
xjoshx | | |
| Two glass houses
Twenty stones
Fourteen yellow
Six are blue
What happens next?
Find out
If you can name that song, I love you.
I wonder if I worry too much, or if my worries are justifiable. I worry I'm pushing things too fast. I worry I'm being over-affectionate. I worry I'm being too touchy-feely. I worry that she's getting tired of me.
Worry isn't the right word.
I'm scared.
xjoshx | | |
| Damnit. Why must I be so nervous and insecuuuuure? I'm a moron, that's why. Just scared I won't do anything right and fuck it up. Thank God I didn't though.
The dance.. How to rate it.. I was there for a little over half an hour, came home mildly disappointed. Had I been there for an hour, I would have come home sad. Two hours-- emo-kid depressed. The whole time-- suicidal. If you've got a bit of intelligence, bet you can guess what that means.
But it was a pretty good night.
XboodaX | | |
| I'm good at what I do, and what I do ain't good.
^Quote of the day. From Bob.
Never again did I think I would have to feel this guilt. Guilt for being happy while those I care about are not. And the complete sadness of not being able to do anything for them. God it hurts.
Just please don't rub my face in my own pile of shit. I do it enough on my own, I don't need help.
XboodaX | | |
| The one fucking chance I get, for the first time in a long time, and.. No. Of course not. Denied. I should've expected it. Why get my fucking hopes up to actually be fucking happy?
It's pointless. | | |
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