Defining Moments of My Life
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10.18.02 2:01 p.m.

"Score Some Happy"

The thing I did that was most hardcore

was to get clean... then run out and score

I ran out and scored me some happy

Scored some happy

not the kind that comes in a bag

Scored some happy

the sappy kind don't make me gag

Scored some happy

the kind I been fighting, the kind I been denying

got sick n tired of fighting, sick n tired of dying

so I ran out n scored me some happy

Now my body and soul is all scarred, pawned my life and all my stuff

Depended on the numbness to calm me down, the walls to hold me up

Till I ran out and scored me some happy

Score some happy

now my diary is boring

Score some happy

and my lyrics are trite

Score some happy

my demons are snoring

Score some happy

and that's quite alright

Score some happy

You may say I sold out, that I gave up the fight

I just couldn't hold out no more and that's quite alright.

I ran out and scored me some happy


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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