Please.

Sometimes, just when you feel like you've finally regained your strength, you turn against yourself and strip all that bravado away, leaving a vacant hollow.

You know when you feel the malignant ache in the deepest crevices of your being. You know when you feel the blood draining away, but all you see is blue. The stalagmites of hurt bite.

You got mojo yeah, yeah. Whatever.

My name is Arooth Kaynier Desarue and I am of Mongolian descent.
I have come to this heck of a small island as I seek refuge from my psychobitch of a stepmother.
I have only utmost disgust for her as she does not shave her armpits until she can make plaits.
I thought coming here would make my wretched life better.
But I thought wrong.


August 2005
September 2005
October 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006

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qiddie
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hussie
sarahie
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kinnie
hadie
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