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The name is Rachel. I'm sixteen years too old and from that wonderful filthy state of New York. I'm a scorpio, a vegetarian, and an animal rights activist. I love animals. I'm a stubborn female of mostly Irish and German descent. People make me physically ill. Trying to get me to change my mind is a pointless effort. I will debate you until your too tired to debate. Unless your a complete moron. In which case, I won't waste my time talking to you. I don't say anything unless I have something to say. Think about it.

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Thursday, October 11, 2007

I wondered today why I'm so stupid. I wondered why I am like this. This unfertilized embryo leaves my body, sometimes painfully.

I love him some days and others...I think of his stupidity, his bliss ignorance. I'm jealous of his contentedness, his ignorant happiness. His lack of empathy.

I hear a slight whisper of my name. Some door slams possibly. I laugh with them, buy my laugh feels empty. I can't remember the last time I truly laughed. Did I ever truly laugh? What does it matter really?

I. That is what it's all about really.

This week's been boring. Hung out with Zach yesterday for a little while. Watched Silent Hill for the first time. It was pretty decent I guess. I didn't really like the ending. Then we went on a ride over to Wolf Hollow. That was alright.

Stayed home from school today because I was so worn out. I slept til around 12:00. Then I did some overdue math homework and wrote my paper on The Children of the Corn for Mr.Mattice and wrote out five examples of imagery from One From The Road. I have to read more of The Great Gatsby for Mrs.Forte but I really don't want to. I hate this book so much.

Hung out with Kayla, Chantal, and Will on Wednesday. That was alright. I only was there for like two hours. Will's friends from B-Spa picked him up around 9. I had a huge headache yesterday. Zach's gonna drop me off at Ray's tomorrow and then pick me up again around 8 when he gets out of work and we're gonna go up to my aunt's and watch movies or something. I wanna go to down to Barnes and Noble or Border's and get Nikki Sixx's book "The Heroin Diaries". It looks pretty good.

I'm exhausted so I'm gonna go to bed.
Night.


1 spoke out

god, you remind me so much of me a few years ago. thebeginning of this post seems like sometihng i would have written

By Blogger Cole, at November 7, 2007 at 10:12 PM  

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