The waves will not crash against the rocks. They will engulf my body. They will drag me away to the birthday party. The new beginning. Not until I have been treated for this pain will they crash. When they do, they will crash and crash and crash and crash and crash and crash crash crash. Endless ( Read more... )

Like orange crush, falling into my glass from the imperfect 2 liter bottle. I am the air, squeezed out and surrendered, but in some sense, I am the glass. Filled with the bright orange liquid. The liquid will take on any shape it pleases, and it hurts sometimes. If the glass were to fall off of the table and smash into a million pieces, the orange ( Read more... )

I CAN'T WAIT TO GO GREY.

I fucking hate hate hate it.
I want to take a gun to my head, like nothing else.
I don't want to be this old.
I don't want to be a junior.
I don't like high school, at all.
It sucks.

I keep your picture as a reminder:
of what I wish I wasn't.

I'm sick of it, all.
I'm ready to fucking slit someone's throat.
Or my own.

Why couldn't that car just kill me last night?

they only want you when you're seventeen.

I can't wait till school starts, for real this time ( Read more... )

about devotion & desire.

psh. I was thinking about making this private or friends only.
Fuck'em. If they read it, they can have a field day. I don't care, anymore.
I still don't even know what I'm hanging on for.

I'm dying inside.
And no one gives a fuck, anymore.

so here's my last breath, to you.
beforeIburymyselfalive.

Another useless entry that no one will read.
I'm addicted to this song. Fall Out Boy is for fucking loners.

I went to Shannon and Kayla's house tonight. I almost shot myself thirty times. Kayla is such a fucking bitch. I almost punched her at least four times. Everyhalfhour.I adopted a ( Read more... )

So, I'm back.
I rescued my computer from my Mother's house and I'm working on cleaning all of my files off of it.
That should be fun. /endsarcasm.

As for everything else, not much is happening. I finally got around to submitting my photo for Jones' Soda.
Please, vote for it.

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What keeps a broken heart beating?
It hurts so much, it burns us so deeply.
So what keeps us hanging on?