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Kiin (kiin) Mariestad ,Västra Götaland

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Merry Christmas.
That’s what people say at Christmas, right?
Except normally they have someone to say it to. They have friends and family, And they haven’t been crouched naked under a Christmas tree
with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys. They’re not out of their minds, they’re not writing in a diary, And they’re definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon. I didn’t speak to a single person today.
I figured why should I ruin their fucking Christmas.
I’ve started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons .
One, I have no friends left. Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before. And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.
It’s just me and you, diary. Welcome to my fucked up life.
Nobody would believe the shit that happens in my head, it’s haunted. Now that I’ve come down from the drugs
it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere. Thirty minutes ago, I could’ve killed someone. Or better yet, myself.

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Merry Christmas. That’s what people say at Christmas, right? Except normally they have someone to say it to. They have friends and family, And they haven’t been crouched naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys. They’re not out of their minds, they’re not writing in a diary, And they’re definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon. I didn’t speak to a single person today. I figured why should I ruin their fucking Christmas. I’ve started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons . One, I have no friends left. Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before. And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life. It’s just me and you, diary. Welcome to my fucked up life. Nobody would believe the shit that happens in my head, it’s haunted. Now that I’ve come down from the drugs it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere. Thirty minutes ago, I could’ve killed someone. Or better yet, myself.

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Anonymous Sun 21 Oct 2007 00:11

fin bild.
och jag gillar texten. lixom.
är det en låt?

kiin Sun 21 Oct 2007 00:12

tack du :)
Ja, det är 'Sixx AM - X-mas in hell'

Anonymous Sat 20 Oct 2007 22:20

Oj , va städat & fint :)

kiin Sat 20 Oct 2007 22:21

Det kallas garderoben på golvet. HALLÅ liksom ;P

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unevenly Sat 20 Oct 2007 19:38

Åhh mee love :DDDDDDDDDDDD <333333333

kiin Sat 20 Oct 2007 19:39

Jag vet att du älskar mig emma, men.. jag tror itne att de kommer att funka!! :/

XD

Anonymous Sat 20 Oct 2007 18:55

snygg bild :)

kiin Sat 20 Oct 2007 18:56

tack :D

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