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expectant .

Michael Edwards
January15 1992
St Gabs Soccer:08

whispery .


past .

February 2008
March 2008

adieu .

Aaron.
Alyssa.
Clarissa.
Danial.
Elaine.
Justin.
Valerie.
Friendster.


thanks .

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Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Passion's killing floor
11:37 AM





Life sucks. it just does.
why the fuck do I keep feeling this way. like something's tearing me down and I cant do anyhting about it.
My life is filled with people full of lies and disguise. like myself as well. fuck.
No one bloody cares at all. They just pile up all the shit on your head because youre an easy victim. And really, You may think I am some kind of fucked up loser demoralizing myself and all that, but I am tired of putting a happy front in pleasing everybody. cause everytime I say I am okay, I am fucking not.
honestly I'm tired of trying to fit in. Its really stupid. Trying to get in with everyone, but in the end its a battle, where fakeness rules everyone's faces. And then what they do, they use you. for what? everything. Money, especially. and sometimes for their dirty work. And after they are done taking advantage of you and have had their fun, They fucking leave you out of their lives. This is the fucked up shit I am going through now.
My life has also been inhabited by a beast. My dad. I mean, he is a cool dad and all but sometimes he can be the most unreasonable fag in the universe.
Just because I was too tired to study in the night and told him I would get up in the morning to study, he fucking got pissed. And then as usual, the lecture. It kinda got a tensed up and then he whacked me with a guitar. YES, a fucking guitar okay! twice on my head and one on the forehead, hard. One of my nerve near the side of my head burst. Yes thats the monstrous beast for you. My head still hurts and I am unwell now. And as a result, I didnt go school today. fuck now I am surely gonna have alot of work to catch up. sigh. I think I need to take a break, for EVERYTHING. Or maybe disappear from peoples lives. Cause I cant keep up with all the shit happening now. Not like anyone would care anyways.




I'll take a million lies.
I'll forget a million deaths.
Still warm blooded I fake this smile.
I'm stuck between birth and death.
I'm stuck between good and bad.
I watched friendships die for what?
Where does this loyalty lie today?
Mutiny will end us.
Promises will only break us.
Don't forget who you are today.