| lovvvvvve |
[Nov. 26th, 2004|09:36 am] |
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| | nothing | ] | I love you. Its my nature to think pessi·misti·cal·ly. I am in love, with your love. I miss you. I miss you, i miss you. |
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| punctual fish sticks. |
[Nov. 21st, 2004|11:39 am] |
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| | lonely | ] |
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| | dave mathews | ] |
there is music playing
but we dance to the beat
of our own black hearts
and draw diagrams
of suicide on eachothers wrists
then trace them with razorblades.
did you know you were the girl that made me hate blond hair & i just can't wait to make you hate me a little more & every night that i spend with bloodshot eyes & no end and enough excuses here to bury me alive so here i am a love worn masochist with hearts carved straight across my chest letting the carpet soak up all that's left to give will you swear you won't be sleeping 'cause i can't begin to dream to shut my eyes.
i am bored jonah update my livejournal, iy yi. i love you.

um angelina jolie is the most beautiful person i have ever seen in my life. hot enough for yellow roses. oh yeahhhhh fight club, holla.
Jennifer michelle. |
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| the pros and cons of breathing. |
[Nov. 15th, 2004|08:10 pm] |
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| | worried | ] |
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| | saves the day | ] |
kaleidascopes. same sex kissing. fake red roses. skinny boys with pale faces. glittered scars. sex with sweaters on. anticipation. cigarette burns. picture perfect. boysenberry. lemonade. hand holding. candel wax. imperfections. teenage beauty queens. barbies. pondering. echos. faries. bloody kisses. emo sluts. heavy eye makeup. locked doors. anniversaries. perishables. lip venom. heavy breathing. lush. haunting love stories. eskimo kisses. hickies. broken hearts. misspent hopes. starbucks. concreat floors. insomniacs. ducktape. bruises.
this journal wont be updated for a while after tonight, i wont have the computer. but jonah will update it for me, hopefully. i dont have anything intelligent to say.
i need someone to care about me, and buy me a kaleidascope, and mean it when they give it to me. and i want someone to steal my kaleidascope and make me realize i dont need anyones care, or a damn kaleidascope. please.
strawberry gashes all over,
jennifer michelle landree. xx |
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[Nov. 14th, 2004|05:42 pm] |
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| | jonah.. | ] |
i dont know why im doing this. i dont see whats so unfixable. but its getting harder all the time
to deal. to breathe.this pain in my arm is so much easier, i cant take it in my heart anymore. i need the scars to remind myself that i need you. i need you. You are the only one who understands. the only one i want to understand. if they all knew, it would only be worse. they judge us; they sneer. none of them see what we are. what we could be and what we can do.
i love you,
jennifer michelle.
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| i wish you would take my radio to bathe with you, plugged in and ready to fall. |
[Nov. 11th, 2004|01:13 pm] |
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| | guilty | ] |
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| | bright eyes | ] |
i can see the horizon. every cloud running away. and in the sky, recreated promises painted with faith. pouring outside, i am terribly unhappy but its something ive learned to live with. i wish jonah was home to share this beautiful rain with, but noooo. and paige is soon going to ballet so i dont got nothing. exept my lovely music even though paige has my ipod. i think i need to sleep soon. and then write in my journal and paint one of the pages red, without paint. the joy of secretivity in unknown words. oh and unknown places. ill be going to go mope and be in love with my full heart and empty arms..
sheering
open
wounds
with
bloody
knife.
and its way too easy to fake this smile and lead you on maybe im wrong but everyone gets bored once in awhile,
Jennifer michelle.

i officially hate my life. |
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[Nov. 9th, 2004|08:38 pm] |
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| | blah | ] |
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| | blood brothers | ] |
youre all just jealous because we are young and in love.
shaking like a dog shittin' razorblades, waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me i'm waking up all alone, waking up so relieved while you're taking your time with apologies i'm making my plans for revenge red eyes on orange horizons..
I love you, to death.
I'm dying to know do you do you like dreaming of things so impossible or only the practical... |
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| Somebody loves me....... |
[Nov. 8th, 2004|10:51 pm] |
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| | loved | ] |
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| | Simon and Garfunkel | ] |
When you're weary, feeling small, When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all; I'm on your side. When times get rough And friends just can't be found, Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. When you're down and out, When you're on the street, When evening falls so hard I will comfort you. I'll take your part. When darkness comes And pains is all around, Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down. Sail on silvergirl, Sail on by. Your time has come to shine. All your dreams are on their way. See how they shine. If you need a friend I'm sailing right behind. Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind. Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind.
I LOVE YOU. |
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| your tongue in my mouth trying to keep the words from coming out. |
[Nov. 8th, 2004|07:28 pm] |
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| | sad as fuck. | ] |
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| | alkaline trio | ] | the wounds throb even though they aren't real, yet.
try not to think of your sunburned shoulders peeling little bits of flesh like insects wings, your legs on the dashboard, the hair on them glinting, the sand on your toes.
try not to think of boots crunching glass, skeletons of ice, skin of white, with bullet proof pupils and eehh mouth like a black crucifix.
try not to think of you. with graunulated sugar on your lips, eating raw cookie dough, slidding the comb in and out of your jeans.
try not to think of death.
try not to think.
try not to.
try not.
</3
oblivious glances with obvious bruises,
jennifer michelle.

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| i need you so much closer now....... |
[Nov. 7th, 2004|08:47 pm] |
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| | loved | ] |
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| | Saves The Day | ] |
You're two floors down getting high in my back room. If I flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out?I need you now, more than ever? This moment begs of you. You are my everything, and my nothing. My black, and my white. I am cold right now, winter has stolen the earth and abolished fall with no sympathy. 3 days of everything, then 3 days of nothing. Why is life full of contradictions? What is middle ground? IM STILL NOT SLEEPING THINKING I'VE CRAWLED HOME FROM WORSE THAN THIS. Time is of the essence, when it's over, everything will be held in high reguards, everything. DONT EVER TELL ANYONE ANYTHING, YOU WILL JUST END UP MISSING EVERYONE.
-sincerely loving,
Jennifer....
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