| Wednesday, January 18th, 2006 |
| 1:56 am |
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What am I living for? what is my goal in life?? Sometimes I think I'm consumed by other people. not really living if I'm alone. If I am alone, do I become nobody??? What the fuck am I doing?? I am consumed by nothingness. I watch tv. I play with Bowie. I hang out with sisi and bree. I wait. I sleep. I wait every month for the one day I enjoy the most, the one day that makes Vancouver just a little tolerable. How pathetic is that??? There has to be something else going on... Maybe I should talk to different people.. find out what they're doing. I'm trapped in my head the only time I say any of this is on this stupid fucking thing. I don't want to bring anyone down with my shit. I need a project. Something all consuming... something different. Something to spark some life and interest. But, what? It's too quiet here.. too dead.. too sterile. I'm neglecting people that I love and I can't even tell you why. Maybe it's my lack of ability to be interested in small talk. fuck. I don't know. Maybe I should call Heather. |
| Tuesday, January 10th, 2006 |
| 11:44 pm |
I'm dead.
No really.. In a way I am dead. Part of me doesn't exist anymore. Part of me has died. Parts of me miss the seclusion of the island. Or maybe I just miss a part of my past. Nothing will ever be the same again. Nothing ever lives up to my expectations. No matter where I am I always feel like there's something bigger and better out there that I'm missing out on.. I'm never happy in the present which means I'm never happy in the future. But I can't settle for what's in front of me... this can't be it... right? If this is all life has to offer... fuck that. Obviously there's something wrong with me.. Does life only offer different stages of shit??? I need to do something different.. Usually this would mean changing something aesthetic.. But I have only a strip of bright butt-fuck pink hair and I already have an appt. for my next tattoo. I need a revelation... a realization. A "Holy fuck Sasheena! Wake the fuck up! You are missing life..." Am I though??? I do.... stuff. I have good friends, a decent cd collection, a nice wardrobe... what else is there??? I need a hobby. Something expressive that I can stick to. I like modelling and I'm working on my portfolio.. I need to do something I can do alone.. you know??? I wish I had some artistic ability... Maybe I should got ot school... That would make my mom happy... Would it make me happy though??? Who fucking knows and who fucking cares, right??? fuck this. Current Music: SVD |
| Wednesday, January 4th, 2006 |
| 3:06 pm |
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| Thursday, December 15th, 2005 |
| 11:08 pm |
I did a shoot with nick on sun. You can see a couple pix on modelmayhem.com Photographer: Nickolas (nicholas..?)Burke... It looks good so far. Fuck Christmas right up the ass with a 10" dildo without lube and lots o blood. Love ~Suzee Suicide |
| Tuesday, November 29th, 2005 |
| 9:58 pm |
YAY...
I'mmmmmmmm drrrrrrrrrunkkkkkkkkkk! |
| Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005 |
| 11:48 pm |
I hope you fucking die. You are the most pathetic excuse for a human I've ever met and I fucking hate myself for wasting so much of me on you. You wouldn't be who you are if it weren't for me. You wouldn't know anything even existed. You'd still aspire to live on welfare in P.R. LOSER. And what the fuck did you do for me??? NOTHING. You taught me nothing other than to never waste my time with things I know that I'm better than. Everyone told me too. EVERYONE. You thought you existed in my shadow?? Well, you did. You are my fucking shadow. You are my little fucking creation. And it failed because now you're back to doing drugs.. back to fucking pieces of shit. Back to being a fucking parasite. Well I guess you ARE only as good as what surrounds you. I should have listened. You can't change people. Some people are just meant to be trash. I'm sure you're doing everyone proud. Good Job. Loser. |
| Tuesday, November 15th, 2005 |
| 12:08 am |
I love getting under her skin. Do I make your blood boil? your skin crawl? your adrenaline pump? Good. Because you make me homicidal. |
| Monday, November 7th, 2005 |
| 9:51 pm |
I made too many potatos.... oops. |
| Saturday, November 5th, 2005 |
| 11:42 am |
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It's not how I thought it was.. Current Mood: disappointedCurrent Music: yelworC |
| Wednesday, October 26th, 2005 |
| 12:52 am |
Curtis... Sometimes I want to kick you in the face. |
| Tuesday, October 25th, 2005 |
| 8:30 pm |
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| Saturday, October 22nd, 2005 |
| 10:32 pm |
Eat this ass fuck. ( Read more... ) Current Mood: pissed offCurrent Music: Pig - "Blades (KMFDM Remix) |
| Tuesday, October 18th, 2005 |
| 11:44 pm |
I need to get out of this mood. It's driving me crazy.. I feel like I'm going to explode.. or maybe implode (?)... I've let it go. Too much to think about but nothing worth thinking. Fuck. I hate that. I want to leave here. I want to go somewhere else. somewhere bigger and better.. Vancouver's too small.. I 've seen it all and I can't fathom staying here much longer. It makes me want to jump off a building.. but will there ever be anywhere big enough for me?? Am I always running??? I haven't found where I'm supposed to be yet. I know it's not here. I'm going to apply to a school in toronto and if I get accepted I'll move there until I'm done.. who knows. I sure as hell don't. but the idea of staying in one spot makes my skin crawl. I think that I never want to stay in one spot. I want to live everywhere. I'll settle when I die. This place has nothing for me. Fuck this. ~Suzee Suicide Current Mood: contemplativeCurrent Music: St. Vitus Dance |
| Monday, October 17th, 2005 |
| 7:38 pm |
Fuck you
It's almost funny how one person can completely ruin everything. Well.. Fuck you. you know who you are I won't let you ruin anything else. I won't let it get to me anymore. You're shit and I don't care. That's it. I just don't fucking care anymore. I just don't fucking care. Goodbye. Love ~Suzee Suicide |
| Wednesday, October 12th, 2005 |
| 12:08 am |
Why???
Why do I torture myself with this??? Why can't I stop dreaming about it? I have a pit in my stomach. I want to stab myself in the pit and let it drain out so I never have to feel it again. I dreamt about it last night... and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. You know what it is... that thing. That one thing that hurts so bad.. there's no way to let it go. The one thing you feel like happened yesterday... it's impossible to move on. I try my best to find reminders of it even though I don't really even know where to start looking. but I always find something to make the stabbing pain even worse. I know I'm better than this.. I know I don't deserve to make myself feel like this.. or maybe I do deserve it.? I've destroyed peoples lives and now I'm destroying mine. FUCK THIS. I HATE MYSELF. Current Mood: crushedCurrent Music: Numb |
| Sunday, July 31st, 2005 |
| 4:50 pm |
TOOOOOOOOOOO HOTTTTTTTT.
I want to kill myslef its so disgustingly hot. fuck global warming. FUCK. no wait it's too hot to fuck. that would be gross. how about just shoot yourself in the head or drink a crap load of daquiris which is my plan.. I'm not going to skank because it's too hot and gross and that club is little and hot... la la la la la... It must be so gross for bowie since he's so furry... aww.. poor bowie.. I got a new TATTOO on wednesday.. thanks dyl. it's the old skool sp. I lurv it. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Too hot to think... must.. get drunk... NOW! Talk to you cretins later... Love, ~Suzee Suicide |
| Tuesday, July 19th, 2005 |
| 7:32 pm |
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| Sunday, July 3rd, 2005 |
| 2:26 pm |
PINK
My hair is an even brighter shade of pink.. cuz I'm a dork.. la la la la... I'm at Curt's being cool.. that's right you heard me... BITCH. I'm in a weird.. I have a cold.. mood... I can't breathe..*cough cough fall over and die* I'm going to puke on Curt now. Death to anyone who stands in my path... or on my hair. ~Suzee Suicide |
| Tuesday, June 28th, 2005 |
| 7:58 pm |
X
I have a photoshoot tomorrow... fab. and I feel fat. GREAT. Everything good seems to be met by something bad. God listent to me... I'm pathetic. I want to shoot myself in the head right now.. I need to talk to you but I've lost my voice when we're together... I care too much about what you think.. I think too much. I try too hard and forget myself. I need to let it be... let this paranoia go. But in order for me to do that I have to find my voice and spit the words out.. whenever we talk I come so close... I scare the shit out of myself by overthinking it. and then I stop and pretend it's nothing. I'm scared of the answer. I keep thinking it doesn't matter. We're together now.. but it does. FUCK. Go fucking kill something. ~Suzee Suicide |
| Thursday, June 9th, 2005 |
| 9:59 pm |
KILL...
I hate bois.. I hope they all burn in hell... Either the one you like doesn;t want to be with you.. or they have a grrlfriend... or you're too shy to talk to them.. that's right people.. I'm too shy... weird huh??? Whatever... that's why they make vibrators... fucking bastards... whatever.. I'm going to sin city this weekend... and it's going to be soooooooo fun. so there. blah. I hate everything. ~Suzee Suicide |