Posted by tearbear at 02:29 AM on December 9, 2003.
Okay IP Address;
24.34.126.74 from Newburyport :P
Get a life, pathetic fool.
24.34.126.74 from Newburyport :P
Get a life, pathetic fool.
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December 9th, 2003
November 27th, 2003
Posted by tearbear at 04:01 AM on November 27, 2003.
OMG I FOUND THE FUNNIEST + MOST EMBARASSING THING IN THE WORLD.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/moonshineangel/
Read it. Common ;) It was me, back in the day. It made me laugh so much XD
http://www.livejournal.com/users/moonshineangel/
Read it. Common ;) It was me, back in the day. It made me laugh so much XD
November 24th, 2003
Posted by tearbear at 11:30 PM on November 24, 2003.
Hey all. Haven't posted here in a long ass time. I need a new av, this one of Danny is getting pretty boring if I do say so myself. It's 5:30, and I haven't eaten yet, I'm so hungry :( I'm dying, I need my FOOD :D I need to take some new cam pics while I'm at it. The OC is on tonight I can't wait, so is Average Joe (but they brought in really hot guys..) I'm off ;)
October 16th, 2003
Posted by tearbear at 03:11 AM on October 16, 2003.
Hey all :D I haven't been here for a while, been busy like a bee XD Just wanted to say hello, and that I am still alive. Oh yes also FHNET is back, if you didn't know O_O No one seems to know. Just blogged there today so go and visit and compliment me baby ;) J/p :D
October 1st, 2003
Posted by tearbear at 03:09 AM on October 1, 2003.
I feel so drained, so alone, not in control.
Somehow they always come back to me, and you never fail to never meet my standards.
I feel as if I don't exist, why me, why this way.
Can't you see what this is doing to me, you can't heal these wounds with your empty promises any more.
I'm infected, my illness eats at my soul.
When I breath, I feel it rushing to get out, to be free once again.
But my heart seems to be chained, a prisoner of the pain I long to let go of.
When will it end, when will it be alright to be able to just breath, just breath and be free of this disease.
Somehow they always come back to me, and you never fail to never meet my standards.
I feel as if I don't exist, why me, why this way.
Can't you see what this is doing to me, you can't heal these wounds with your empty promises any more.
I'm infected, my illness eats at my soul.
When I breath, I feel it rushing to get out, to be free once again.
But my heart seems to be chained, a prisoner of the pain I long to let go of.
When will it end, when will it be alright to be able to just breath, just breath and be free of this disease.