diary of a manic obsessive.


break something.

it hadn't been one of those days, until the inevitable shit storm came,
crashing against the windows,
taking down tress,
knocking out the power,
flooding the freeway.

"i hope you know i pack a chain saw..."

what gives people the fucking right to feel so god damn entitiled? 
who are YOU to say anything?

fuck'n haters.

doesn't luvs it.

hope the boyf can cheer me the f up while we shop for a roadtrip book.


who luvs me?

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