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About Me Member Emotional Poet Aaron Llorens19/Male/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 1 Year
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Good Week Pt. 2, Bull-fucking-shit.

Mon Dec 28, 2009, 10:18 PM
I hate my life to such an extreme it's not even funny. I get something good happen to me and then it's get screwe over! Sick of this crap. Yeah the girl I started dating, Allie, turned out to be a bitch. Yeah. We went on a date. Which went wonderfully or so I thought. At the end of the date we hugged and I went home. I sent her a message the next day asking if her day was going well. No reply. next day, nothing. She jsut completely stopped responding to me and never told me why. Just like my damn ex, Kaite. Sick of this. FOr christ's sake if you're going to act like verything is fine and then completely destroy someone's hear. TELL THEM WHY! I really liked her too.

I thought back to every conversation we had. The only thing she could have had any reason to dislike me was the fact that I despise my father and don't speak to him. But that's no excuse. How many more times is someone going to break my heart and how many more times can I handle the heartbreak?

What's that smell?

Smell like another shitty-ass poem by your's truely coming in the next few days.

  • Mood: Miserable
  • Listening to: Muse
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: nothing
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: water

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  • Current Residence: Spring, Texas
  • Favourite movie: POTC, Fifth Element or Band of Brothers
  • Favourite band or musician: Powerman 5000
  • Favourite genre of music: Metal
  • Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
  • Operating System: Windows
  • MP3 player of choice: iPhone
  • Favourite game: Zelda Series
  • Favourite gaming platform: Xbox 360
  • Favourite cartoon character: Inuyasha
  • Personal Quote: I am quite foolish. Despite knowing my choices hurt me, I continue to do them despite the fact.
  • Tools of the Trade: Depression and Repression. The PB&J of misery

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:iconlondon-daya1:
wow....it's been a long time since I've heard from you. How's life going?

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Phil: You're fat.
*Phil falls down the stairs* Xl
Mir: serves you right! You called me a name!
Me: He didn't call you a name, he called you an adjective!

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"For a long while they talked and feasted on the dead clarinet player's carcass."
:iconlondon-daya1:
sup friendo! haven't heard from you in a while. still breathing?:)

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Phil: You're fat.
*Phil falls down the stairs* Xl
Mir: serves you right! You called me a name!
Me: He didn't call you a name, he called you an adjective!

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"For a long while they talked and feasted on the dead clarinet player's carcass."
:iconlondon-daya1:
hi...haven't heard from you in a few days...
I hope you're feeling better, even if it's only by a little bit. Hang in there!
oh, and do you have any other stories by any chance? I really liked that Egyptian one.

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Phil: You're fat.
*Phil falls down the stairs* Xl
Mir: serves you right! You called me a name!
Me: He didn't call you a name, he called you an adjective!

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"For a long while they talked and feasted on the dead clarinet player's carcass."

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