Offended
12:26 a.m. & 2004-12-11
So. I told my dad that I was dying and he didn't even care. I told him I was slowly wasting away from an acute inner explosion of the lung and could he please at least have the common courtesy to rush me to the hospital? I told him that I was in the clutches of mind numbing, blood curdeling pain and he might want to start writing out my will. All he did was walk out of the room and mutter, "You're such a hypochondriac."
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Bronwyn. 17. skinny. alone. dramatic. a contradiction. open-minded. moody. spastic. easily amused. immature. a senseless writer. a joke.
loves
Red hair. Conor Oberst. Ice cream. Vampires. Murderdolls. Swingsets. Ville Vallo. Teddybears. Skateboards. The moon. Slinkys. Books. Pale skin. Dandelions. Cuddling. Giggling. Europe. Stomachs..
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moths. spiders. insects. homophobia. biphobia. the south. opression. sexism. human nature. bones. scars. the cold.