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Oh god, the aftermath.
Jan. 25th, 2006 12:19 pmI'm afraid if I kill myself, someone's gonna go in my room and drag out all my notebooks and make a movie based around my insane paranoid ramblings.
The shitty thing is, they're going to use Natalie Portman to portray me. And at the end when she kills herself, no one is going to take it seriously because she's fucking Natalie Portman.
Like Natalie Portman can't get a date or a job or sits online all night in Sacramento. What's worse, the soundtrack will be littered with Bright Eyes and Postal Service.
Ugh. I can't kill myself. I can't die, period.
The shitty thing is, they're going to use Natalie Portman to portray me. And at the end when she kills herself, no one is going to take it seriously because she's fucking Natalie Portman.
Like Natalie Portman can't get a date or a job or sits online all night in Sacramento. What's worse, the soundtrack will be littered with Bright Eyes and Postal Service.
Ugh. I can't kill myself. I can't die, period.
