niagriff

i have a few pictures to upload, i just have to edit the bad-boys.

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1. I have a vanilla latte with three sugars every morning.

2. My latest obsession is 'The Hunger Games' by Suzanne Collins and I fangirl-squealed when I read the first chapter of Catching Fire!

3. I've currently got two piercings, but have another two scheduled in the next month (nose and third ear)

4. I tell everyone I have no idea what I'll do when I'm older - but I've got everything planned out, down to the names of my children and what I'll wear.

5. I get ideas for books & fanfiction and write the first chapter, then never continue. Oops.

6. Taking part in NaNoWriMo in November, but have no idea what I'll write.

7.  I blog on Xanga and Blogger. More often on Xanga.

8. I lie an inordinate amount - to protect myself, and to protect other people's feelings.


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oh, i'm ever so tired.
and i have so little to post!
how are you all?

i fucking hate myself. i can taste the bile in my stomach and the vomit rotting my teeth, god i am hungry but i fucking hate myself too much to eat. tears are a constant, like breathing i think nothing of them now- they are me, in private, in public they stain my cheeks harsher than the blood that stains my arm, god, i fucking hate myself. my chest is tightening because my heart is beating so fast and cravings like vines are curling around my lungs, praying for just one little cigarette so that i can break, so that i can rot slowly from the inside out, god i fucking want it because i fucking hate myself. and i hate myself because i am too scared just to press that lighter against my skin and burn myself, when scissors is fine and a broken blade is fine too but heat is just too much for me, god i hate everything, i hate my tears and i hate my fingers and i hate my barely showing ribs and i hate myself i hate i hate i fucking hate myself.

well, i seem to have come across a large stock of photos i've taken during the past year or so. they're all coming up now, as i've also stumbled upon a crate of boredom that needs to be rid of.
not much news really.
but i suppose thank you for reading.