TechnicolorCrash's Journal

one thing. one little thing.

one person.

can take my "happiness" or my non emotional month and rip it

to shreds with only one phone call.

what kind of bull shit is this.

oh i hate you SO much.

for just being alive.

oh yes my friends

finaly

what we have been waiting for.

a journal entry where i have nothing negative to say whatso ever

life is okay for me now.

im hanging out with alana and life is good for now

love your life.

life is love

friends are fun

but real friends are hard to come by

thank satin for alana!

 i sit here in this familiar cafe on a sunday. last taste of my last cigarette still tingly in my mouth. these boys think there tought stuff.

they are luck i dont have anything pointy in my possesion currently. i supose i could throw my book at them. i am readin BREAKING DAWN.

i think those seven hundred plus pages would get my message across.

buahaha. i guess they arent so bad. they are no longer in danger of there lives. they're leaving. i guess i wont kill them. unless of coarse...they come back...

lets just say i am feeling violent and excited.