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rely on me.
i'm yours.

Kimmii K.
Self obsessed.
If I can't be beautiful, I'd rather just die.
You think she's so good but she's a mess to boot
You don't really want to know me.

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I want The Trouble Ring by Boucheron.
I want The Trinity Ring by Cartier.
I want To travel to Venice.
I want To travel to Greece.
I want To return to the U.S.A.
I want Real Love.
I want To rule the world
I want To make them sorry.

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Monday, May 25, 2009

Like how most little girls dreams of being a princess one day,
Like how most little girls dream of and plan out their future weddings,
Like how little children fantasize about being grown ups,
Kimmii instead dreams of and plans her future suicide.

If there ever is one.

I haven't really planned like, in depth..
But my suicide MUST be perfect.
Like seriously, everything in my life isn't as perfect as I want now,
So if I have to go, I should really make a perfect, memorable exit.
It's all about the extremes-
I'll walk off the stage either beautifully or in a gory fashion.
What's the point if your suicide ain't gonna make the headlines?
Haha.

I've concluded that sticking a really rusty, disgusting needle into a vein in your arm
should be an awful way to die.
Hah.
Your blood gets the rust.. And the various bacteria and possible viruses on the needle.
Would you actually die from that?
Like, get an infection or something?
Ew.
Imagine sticking several of those needles into several arteries and veins in your body.
Ouch much?

She bids the audience farewell,
Walks out the hall.
She could die in the next second.
That may be the last time she was seen alive.

Truly yours,
Kimmii Kamikaze


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