X marks the spot me heartys

its like coming home to a ghost town....i kinda like it.

the winter weather is especially nice.

all the friends of this old house have all but vanished. its like returning home to a town of new faces or no faces at all. oh old livejournal how ive forgotten about thee for sooo long....

listen to the boulevard, listen to the pouring rain.

old friends always abandon you.

like hell we are anxiously waiting. like hell burning silently strong. somehow we fell down by the wayside, and somehow, this hell is home. right now, this hell is my home.

why'd you become a cop?
why'd you become a cop?, shut the fuck up

well, i wouldnt know where to begin, wouldnt know how to end. the world is such a small place to me now. ive had sooo much happen in the last year of my life its not even funny. i wouldnt change a thing. ive become me. after what seemed like so long, ive become me. and nothing will ever get in the way of that again. i guess its real enough now. but ( Read more... )

letters meant to be sent have been torn, my phone lies off the hook on the floor all those "im sorry's" and "i miss you's" are useless i fucked this one up long ago