I miss keke.. i miss nicole.. i miss.. everything? keke call me, i want to know about your weekend damnit.

Shes amazing. You are me, I am you.

have you ever danced till you couldnt breath then cried because it hurt so bad? Then felt the amazing feeling after you had calmed down, the dizzy recollection of being a kid. Its never reduced in any form and I love it.. theres someone who does this to me, brings me back to those days. Reminds of what it is to live. I have been thinking about you.

I FOUND A COPY OF THE ONLY HOODLUM EMPIRE ALBUM. EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO.. DO SOMETHING.. CRAZY!!! GUH.. CANT BREATH.. SOMEONES HUGGING ME REALLY REALLY HARD. NOT REALLY IM LEANING AGAINST A CHAIR.. GUH CANT BREATH.. WHY AM I STILL TYPING LIKE THIS? GUH... PASSING... OUT...

Theres a seductive concussion your heart has envisioned on my brain. The way it beats it abuses my brain. Creating potholes, not wrinkles, but potholes in my brain only to fill up with cerebreal fluid for you to play in. I am not learning, nor do I care.. I am feeling. Did you ever enjoy playing in the rain? Did you dance in it? What if these rain ( Read more... )

Elric and I are going to get our GED's today.. sadly at the mall. "hey where did you get your high school education?" -- "the mall.." -- "awesome!!!!" -- "not really". We are going to be testing for about 7 and 1/2 hours, I think I should be quite tired when I get home. Today shall be a decent day I suppose, I just feel a bit under the weather, not ( Read more... )

Its not possible to be satisifed with majority of my entries, the ones about my day anyways. How is one supposed to contend with their day in writing? My day writes me better than I write it. Thats all there is to say i guess.

( My 25 hour day. )

corrected this one.. i had lips there, thought it asked what i liked on a person.. not myself.

16. What is your favorite part of your physical appearance: eyes

( And the survey says!!! (stolen from keke) )

Question till it breaks the process of thought, being in control to the extent of being out of control. Lacking all I threaten with my heart, desire is a distaste of logic and your imagination is in of no acceptance. No admiration, if so it is displaced and it collects dust. Thats you isnt it, I feel you shuffling through the closet.. you glare at ( Read more... )