• oh, just shoot me. I'd paint your walls with my brains but the blood on the windowsill said 'no.' Fickle, fickle observers. I've been contemplating talent. Nikki works for his talent, labored over his guitar until he was absolutely amazing. I've never worked a moment in my life for my talent. What does this mean;What does this mean? I feel like I'm missing a piece here- it's an equation and I can't quite find the key in. lame. meep. feels like there tens of dozens of butterflies beating at my inside. Pleasant? Maybe. I can't tell yet. Try back tomorrow. or better yet, don't. Tomorrow DDay. Rehab asessment tomorrow. So what am I doing? Good question. Munching on assorted pills like I'm Brandy fucking Alexander. ooooh. I love my life. Not that I'll be commited. I've just gotta turn on the charm and the pretty looks and I can get away with some nice antidepressants and some outpatient counseling. Not that I can be commited. I am Torie. I am Invincible. Right? Rght. ooooh. I love my life.

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