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[Ei aihetta]Maanantai 12.01.2009 18:46

Vittu toi foorumi taas jumittaa.
Vittu mä tahon takasin Thaimaaseen.
Vittu olo on kuin yliajetulla oravalla.

[Ei aihetta]Sunnuntai 11.01.2009 18:26

Moneskohan kerta tää on, kun mä katon Whistleriä ja itken?! Ja kukaan ei edes kuollu. Helvetti. Tästähän tulee kohta tapa.

[Ei aihetta]Sunnuntai 11.01.2009 18:11

Rupes itkettää, vaikka Travis onkin niiiin paska jätkä.

[Ei aihetta]Sunnuntai 11.01.2009 17:46

Rupes taas vituttamaan. Kun kahessa viikossa jää jaksot kattomatta - mä olen Whistlerissä ihan ulkona.

[Ei aihetta]Lauantai 10.01.2009 22:32

Voi tuska. MIKSEI phpbbserver toimi?! Vaikka kyllä mä sen tiesin koko ajan, että se saattaa kaatua, mutta saatana.

[Ei aihetta]Lauantai 10.01.2009 16:03

NAM <3
Californication ja Weeds jatkuu JA Kyle XY alkaa uudestaan ♥♥

[Ei aihetta]Torstai 25.12.2008 20:56

Pakkaaminen on tuskallista. Mä en edes tiedä mitä vaatteita mä tartten huomenna, saati sitten ens viikolla. PRKL.
Mutta nam, pääsen pois täältä <3

[Ei aihetta]Torstai 25.12.2008 17:52

♥♥♥

[Ei aihetta]Maanantai 22.12.2008 21:49

21.00 Californication (K15)
21.40 Californication (K15)
22.15 Californication (K15)
22.50 Californication (K15)

oi nam <3

[Ei aihetta]Torstai 18.12.2008 19:02

December 25th, 1986 - Van Nuys.

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.