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autumn why do you look so sad? fourteen years couldn't be that bad. blue eyes slathered with blackened tears. washing away all of your fears. tongue lashings make me want you more. sprawled out, emotionless, on the floor. rubber bracelets make you smile. all of your life is on a file. your white out dreams blank everything out. no one knows what your about. eighth grade caffeine whore with no mind. looking for something you will never find. autumn why do you look so sad? thirteen years shouldn't be that bad.

this journal is 95% friends only, because i'm an asshole. [ and because of the fact that the people from my school that i consider friends, are.. not only cynical, but they're superficial. ie, they wouldn't pause to use some of the shit i write in here against me. so, spiffy is as spiffy does. ] honestly, i don't give a fuck whether you like me or not. i know i'm a hypocrite, and i do think that i'm better than you. [ hence the holier than thou attitude. ] consider me a fucking rating community, if i like you, you're a god amongst gods. if i bother iming you? you're either a.) the hottest thing since sliced bread.. or b.) just.. fucking retarded, and i felt the need to argue with you. my name is autumn green. i'm fourteen.. and i've got the balls to admit that i'm an emotional rollercoaster. like every other fucking teenager in the USA i've been diagnosed with a 'severe' case of the dreaded bipolar disorder. [did you gasp? should i give you a cookie?] i'm a spelling nazi, i don't really care about punctuation, or capitalization.. just, spell shit right for gods sake. i'm depressing. i'm also loud, obnoxious, bitchy, [at times] hyper, obsessive, messy, growlish, scary, malicious, and paranoid. i'm the basic jerk. i love piercings [at the moment=eyebrow, and ears], books, music [as everyone does], and conformity type shit. if i don't have a schedule.. i won't do anything but sit on my ass. because i'm also very lazy. i get sucky grades, because i never do my work. i doubt i'll make it to college, but i promise you one way or another i'll be rich. and enough of the rambling, i'm done.

there isn't a light at the end of my tunnel snapping polaroids until they are blank i've got my wings but i'm not able to fly eyes watching me fall, fall, fall down wrap me up in your styrofoam blankets drown me in your caffeine dreams bounded by the chains of unforgiving to black out my sight, watch me, watch me trip again i'm breathing in your acid tonight, breathing in heartbreak is a broken record, spinning spinning please don't stop, i'm bleeding now, and i'm gone


Only kept you if you're: 1.] Interesting. 2.] Gorgeous. 3.] Mine. Or 4.] All of the above. Yeah. Don't get mad, get gladd.

7 Were fool enough to taste my lips. ··· My lips taste like poison coated candy.


Hello my darling. I've changed journals.. AGAIN. xD Mmmn. If you'd like to read, or like to be added. Leave a fucking comment, and I'll tell you my other name. I'm secretive like that. ;D Oh hell yeah.

22 Were fool enough to taste my lips. ··· My lips taste like poison coated candy.

subjected: Could make me feel this way; GET OUT
Dear Brilliant Ones, If you can't read any of my earlier posts beside my 'comment on this' and so on and so forth bullshit.. Then you've been deleted off of my friends list. Because, well. You didn't do the fucking competition. Next time I tell you to do something, do it. Mmk. I did keep a select few that I liked despite their flaws. And for the info, Amy won the competition with her 'fuck' animation. User name is Star_Spit. Go visit her. Until then, ta'.

8 Were fool enough to taste my lips. ··· My lips taste like poison coated candy.

subjected: F to the Riend cut.
Friends cut. Nothing sexual. Don't worry. I'll gladly add you back. I just want to see who's paying attention. xD

20 Were fool enough to taste my lips. ··· My lips taste like poison coated candy.

subjected: Roar.
All right. Well, here's the conclusion I've come to. I'm deleting everyone off of my friends list, because very few of these people do comment. This will be a friends only journal. And I'm not just doing this for your benifit.. because I don't really care. I'm doing it for mine. I'm a jerk. We've all established that. Now we'll get over it. Comment to be added.

43 Were fool enough to taste my lips. ··· My lips taste like poison coated candy.

subjected: I remember.
My name is Autumn. I'm thirteen years old. My hair is black at the moment, but who knows what color it will be next week. I bite my fingernails. My favorite color is black. I wear sex bracelets. One of my 'combat' boots has the word 'SPUN' on it in white out. All my problems seem to be getting worse. I love people who listen. I hate people that piss me off. IE, anybody other than the people that listen. I love getting mail. I hate dresses. I love my Grandparents. I hate fog. I love the snow, and the rain. I hate the sunshine. I have a dog. His name is Little Bear. My parents no longer exist in my mind. I have tons of friends, but I can't remember half of their names. I like taking pictures. People think that I'm crazy. I'm obnoxious. I'm stupid. I'm not ugly. I'm not innocent. I'm not alone. And I'm no longer bleeding. I miss no one. And I'm not lonely. These are the details of Autumn Green. Enjoy.

8 Were fool enough to taste my lips. ··· My lips taste like poison coated candy.

subjected: Har.
I don't know why.. But I'm in an extremely good mood right now. I talked to Kitty earlier, he molested me.<3 Mmm baby. That's the stuff right there. I'm currently talking to mah' bebe' Amy. She's all 'blah' 'cause of her Mom. I think I should kill her Mother. That'd be funny. But yeah. Anyway. Morbid sense of humor. Remember that, pleashe. I'm kinda' worried though. Haven't heard from that one chick that talked to me the other day. She was all.. woah. And I was all like.. Hey. Yes, I was trying to be stupid in that there paragraph. I'm eating a cheeseball. It's nummy. I'm also thinking, believe it or not. Thoughts are shooting through my brain! They're all about Brendan currently. Haven't talked to my cuddleslut in days! Makes me sad. Anyways. Two guys called me yesterday. My Grandpa forgot to get their names.. As always. He wants me to be single for the rest of my life, I swear. He's just barking up the tree of the wrong gender. Well, partially. LIMP BIZKIT! :rocks.: Okay. Totally lame. But yeah. This is the happiest of been in a long time. OoOoOoOoOoOoOoh. Amy is getting ready to post. Some more nummy stuffles!

My lips taste like poison coated candy.

subjected: Wow.
Ah. I'm home. Finally. Fresh breath of relief. I always have to be on my guard down there. At least here I know who will attack me and who won't. [for those who want to know, I do infact keep a baseball bat in my room for certain reasons.] So. My friends. How was Christmas for y'all? It was wonderful for me if I do say so myself. No blood was shed. No bones were broken. Such a good year. I get to go shopping tomorrow. For clothes, to be exact. Did I ever mention that I'm a clothes fiend? Well, I am. Vintage is great. But yeah. New stuff is better. I need boots. And trucker hats. And all of that good shit. I want to go to school looking like a fucking lumberjack for our return. Just to freak people out. So. The haps. Found out that my mother is under investigation for selling drugs. ;D Ha. I find that funny. Does anyone else? Fuck funny. It's fucking hilarious. Moving forth. My Dad OD'd on crystal meth, almost died. Sounds good, hm? He forced me to call my mother and wish her a merry christmas, she didn't answer though. Thank God. I let my grandparents take pictures of me today. In one I'm holding up a sign that says 'I LOVE AMY', in the other I'm holding up a sign that says 'I HEART KITTY', and in the last one I'm holding up one that says 'I LOVE YOU' thats for.. you guys. Yeah. I need more LJ friends. But I adore the ones that I've got right now. Because I can. anyhoo. I'm going to go. Just 'cause I can. Whee.

My lips taste like poison coated candy.

subjected: Finally.
Finally I have a small amount of time to myself. Once again, I think I've gone crazy. My brain hurts. Is that possible? I do believe it is. My mind has gone numb. I was flipping through an old journal of mine the other day, and I realized that all of the things that I thought were so important to me back then.. aren't important to me now, and were never that important to begin with. If this is a story of my life, I'm wondering how you all that read this, see me. What am I to you? And this is my question for the night. I plan on leaving this up for you all week, just so I can get the answers. Just to see if it means anything. I'm not depressed at the moment. I'm not bleeding to death. Actually I'm smiling. I'm sick as a dog, but you know.. I'll eventually get over that. What's running through my brain right now? I wish that I could go home.

1 Were fool enough to taste my lips. ··· My lips taste like poison coated candy.

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