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well well well summer passed, i'm still eatin my cookies, and i've havent done the slightest thing. wow i suppose i could upload a few new stuff, but deviantart's given me hell to upload one thing, and i've got a flickr account, so i think it wil be there, and i have to mention the photos on the flickr are not photoshopped or assorted in some crappy collage or  anything of that sort. i can't remember how to put links here, so here goes: http://www.flickr.com/photos/excessiv anyways, i wish y'all a nice summer ending, and a good 'back to school' start, anyway, i'll still be out there destroying myself. [what the heck is this pile of cr

oh it's my life. i spend most of the time eating cookies and drinking milk on the cold kitch floor, with a full ashtray by my side, i also spend most of my time regretting how i constantly fuck up my life, how i let him go, how i love him. i like to smoke cigarettes, marlboro lights or blue l&m, i know i'm going to die young but it really doesn't make any difference. i like coffee, it's summer, i'm wearing flashy halternecks and vests and slim fit jeans, sun's shining, but it's so goddamn hot here in warsaw. anyways, i don't seem really different from all the others that are my age. i should kill myself, but i'm not gonna do it. anyw

Bon. Cet été, je rencontre un gars, pas beau, même moche je crois. Ouais il était moche, il portait des fringues moches, il coiffait ses cheveux d'une manière moche, et il avait un nom terriblement moche. Il était MOCHE. Son pote était son inverse. Il était beau, beau, BEAU, il portait des tchirts roses pas moulants, des levi's et des converses, il avait des cheveux qui le rendaient magnifique. Et il avait un nom très beau. Et comme par malchance, c'est le beau qui, étant complètement défoncé avec une copine, n'a rien trouvé de mieux que de me caser avec le moche.