hello live journal! today is the very first day I am writing in you! i should step back for a moment and let it hit me. it probably won't hit me until someone responds in my journal. maybe i will check out some others in hopes to make some new friends. here in delta, the only place to go is the cumberland farms! can you believe that! i wrote this poem about it that doesnt fit with the somber mood of right now. i can feel the wind blow right up my skirt.. and since i just shaved my vagina yesterday, thats quite a breeze.
angels, flying around all pretty like a care bear in carealot i only like to hatealot of the things down on the ground sometimes i hate myself sulking, unfound so i find some bum to pound me was it god who defied me told me to rip my dress and powder my face blacken the makeup so when i cry people could see but not know why
i have to go.. i am getting teary just thinking about it..