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meatsicle.
pretty much all my thoughts about things and random things by way of whatever. I post what i want, dont like it? then dont folllow. Myspacee
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Book of Faces
military, shot, married, beaten, no one cares, bipolar, knocked up, depression, girl gone wild, no one fucking likes you, lesbian, gay, whore, nerd, dead, who the fuck are those two.
I miss when Degrassi was like this.
Life.
WHATEVER IT TAKESSS
I KNOW I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH
(UH UH UH YEAH-HA-HA)
IF I HOLD OUTT
(IF I DO-HOO)
I KNOW I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH.
BE THE BEST
(THE BEST THAT I CAN BEEEEEEE
HEAR WHAAT I SAY TO YOUUU)
WHAT EVER IT TAKES
(I CAN SEE YEAHHHHH)
I KNOW I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH
(I KNOW, I KNOOOOW)
I KNOW I CAN MAKE IT THROUGH
(via thecastlebuilder)
i just got called sir 3 dif times today
is my voice that rediculous when im sick? jeebus
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life … But why would I want to do a thing like that?