Sunday, Dec. 30, 2001

poof

I have the right to feel the way I feel. I have the right to write what I want to fucking write. I have the right to be who I am. I can say what I want to say about anything. I can do what I want to do about everything.

If you read this then you're fucked up.

Goodbye means goodbye means gone. Means don't concern yourself with me or what I do. I'm not looking at you.

Tell somebody else what to be. I like being me. This me, tomorrow's me.....all of me.

Someone always let me speak my mind freely. No that doesn't make him ....fuck it...that's all I want to say.

Pity someone else...I am too good for that party! I'm celebrating my success.

poetical at 9:35 p.m.

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