so i woke up in my bed, not knowing how i got in there. my trash can full of vomit, my cell phone full of drunken phone calls that i dont remember placing, my fan that i dont remember turning on and a killer headache, oh god what a friday night.

i fucked raged.

salvation is a broken cistern in a handmade frame.
I cut the sheets into a flag, paint it red,
self-pity hangs over the doorway in.
From seven times seventy scraping knees,
blood lets, deficiencies, these are the layers of bandages,
protection from the sting.

In this great lacking,
I've. found. a way.

bye sammy, you were a really good dog and a good friend.

i know writing in my live journal about actual problems is really fucking lame and cliche, but i feel like writing this down. no one reads it anyway. i forgot for a moment why i stopped hanging out with people, but thanks for reminding me. i cant trust anyone. every single person has let me down or i push them away from me. i have such rage built ( Read more... )

ha haa holocaust: "we thought he had a broken nose, but really he had a broken heart"
ha haa holocaust: r.i.p.

haha!!!

people are shitty.
myspace and livejournal is shitty.

peace bitch!

best livejournal entry ever!
http://www.livejournal.com/users/every_catharsis/22951.html

http://www.livejournal.com/users/every_catharsis/25493.html

lolacaust! (thanks thomas).

when it rains it pours.