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Monday, November 17, 2008
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Somebody beat the living hell out of me so that I can't remember how to be sad anymore...

Piece of shit.

Maybe one of the reasons why God created me in a way so that I "heal" fast is because I get "hurt" easily (Both physically and emotionally I guess).
Could this be the effect of bipolar disorder?! If it is, then I really am bipolar...

I so fucking need a punching bag. I've seen people practice on them and hell, they're the greatest tool to release your anger at...

No peaceful sleep tonight...

P.S. I want 45% alcohol Vodka again... Not some shitty cheap ass 8% alcohol ones they sell in 7/11...


SHUT UP.
12:14 AM