Defining Moments of My Life
this is outta my reach

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this is outta my reach
o8-o4-o2 6:17 p.m.

I am slowly going crazy 1234567

crazy going slowly am I 7654321

heres a poem randy wrote me. he passed it to me in creative writing, we used to pass notes all the time, in fact most of the talking we did as friends was through notes. I asked him if they were song lyrics, and if they were, from what band. he was always passing me song lyrics, making me tell him who they were by and if I got enough points I'd get a surprise. Never did get that surprise, Randy. so anyway he said "no it's a poem I just wrote", and I wrote back "well, at least you spelled all the words right..." (he was a terrible speller) and we exchanged notes at the same time so as he read the one dissin the poem I read his "It's for you, I wrote it for you" doh!

"passion passion passion bliss bliss bliss

fucking fuck fucked you are missing miss missed

love love love virgin wedding loins

fuck fuck fuck you are missing my point"

yeah Randy, I missed your point, but you like, missed me all together.... The Cure song Catch comes to mind, and Anna Begins by Counting Crows. They remind me of me and randy.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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