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I'LL CUT MY HAIR WHEN YOU PICK UP THAT NAME YOU DROPPED
Thursday, 18 March 2004

I write more letters than words I say. I've never sent them any my stamps are waiting to be used. Seal it with a kiss? I'll seal it with a bullet and a write hanger making sure that reading it will be hard and nearly impossible to do. My mouth is sewn shut and knows no form of communication. It would be nice if once in awhile I could shout a few things but he made it impossible when he took his raxor sharp nails and cut my throat, then violently ripped out my voicebox. At least he was nice enough to sew me back together. My neck left bloodied and sore. But atleast he made it so that I'll never hurt anyone with cold words like he did to me. Now, I'm confined to writing silly little love letters that will never be sent.

Posted by blog/distancexxx at 3:06 PM PST
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Saturday, 21 June 2003
me
Her name is Jessica. She was born in Sacramento, California and raised in a quiet little town called Galt, California. She traveled as she grew up to different states and saw most of the west coast and most of the east coast. She's currently sixteen years young and her life is music. She doesn't know what she would do without the music. She attempts to play the guitar, which she fails at miserably. She has dreams of becoming a rockstar one day. Her favourite pasttimes are music and hanging out. She says that she likes coffee, but she really doesn't. She doesn't care for much or anything. Some of her favourite movies are Donnie Darko, The Wizard of Oz, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and Bio Dome. She likes it when people think of her as a smart girl. She's hard to understand and she makes it that way. She feels sorry for herself most of the time and sits alone most of the day. She's single and will be for the rest of her life. She's had the taste of getting her heart broken and doesn't like it at all. She doesn't do drugs and she doesn't drink. She feels stupid when people talk about drugs and alcohol while around her; So when people do, she gets mad and walks off. She starts to hate herself because she doesn't do the 'cool' things but understands that it's for the best. She's addicted to lipgloss and nice boys. She's fun to be around for the most part. She likes to laugh, and she does a lot of that. She's very cynical and is hard to get a long with for the most part. She likes to think of herself as pretty, but she can never quite get it right. People tell her that she is, but never believes it. She likes to write, a lot. She has about five journals in her room that aren't filled all the way, but are on their way to be filled. She wishes she could paint and she wishes she could draw. She gets jealous very easily and than when she's jealous she gets mad at herself for being jealous. She used to cut, but that's the past. She's a weird girl. She loves it when people get to know her, even though it's a hard thing to do because she hates to open up to people. She has a fear of rejection and she hates it when people don't like her. She's tired and needs some sleep.

Posted by blog/distancexxx at 4:02 PM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 21 June 2003 4:04 PM PDT
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Friday, 20 June 2003
I killed your name xx
Can you post pictures on this?

Posted by blog/distancexxx at 2:32 PM PDT
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