beau's TOP secret diary

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27/8/05 whenever someone posts something and their partner like. comments something sweet it's cute... but then they start a whole flirtatious chain in da comments section. i feel like. i feel like this.

like. ggulp.

12/8/05 i flippin love so much stuff liek so much bad stuff happens bad has alwayS HAppened but why does no one ever consider being overly joyful instaed. because THE GOVERNMENT doesn't want you to feel joy. bein happy is kinda punk lowk but bein happy WITH bad things is not. #beauthoughts

10/8/05 i want a good porch to rock in my chair on

10/8/05 if i had a twitter in 2014 it'd be over 4 you guys

8/8/05 i find crying so interesting returning to an innocent state like a baby that vulnerability returning to our youth saying i can't live on my own i need help i need something i can't live without it

1/8/05 performative?? consider this. all the world's a stage. checkmate.

25/7/05 if i was a plant i'd be one of those really bitchy extreme pro level ones that need a whole greenhouse and ecosystem and specific watering in order to not wilt and fucking die

24/7/05 when i see that polar bear i see my sister. we are one in the same WHY are we paying more attention to collage robots than the souls that inhabit our earth?? you and your fucking money. fucking pigs. i hope we all rot we don't deserve to be here. we long for a heaven we're so ungrateful it was all right here until YOU ruined it. we ruined it. it's not fair. money isn't real. it's not. money isn't of god it isn't anything like that it's just a THING. why do we value some thing over life???? i hate you all. i miss the dodo. i'm crying so much. i hate you all. but some people do care, and i love you. i love you i love you i love you i'd rather be sensitive forever than cold hearted ignoring subjective truth so you can roll in money like you have done since birth. fucking scum. i hope all you rich die

23/7/05 i wanna be in a band. i guess i could sing if they wanted me to. i just wanna be with people feeling their soul inside mine. losing myself in it. i always do. something about it. so magical. such euphoria. what bliss. how could that be wrong? it’s like a drug…

23/7/05 if someone tried to deduce whether i was cake or fake and the cut a knife through me it’d come out covered with pink frosting