I've had this journal forever.
It contains things I don't want to necessarily remember.

I've opened a new and extremely more open (emotionally) journal.
If you are interested in my LIFE, my MIND and/or my HEART..

add me.

http://leetahe.livejournal.com/

I'm going to Kealakehe's senior prom. Muahaha, and you fuckers thought you got rid of me.

Some mornings I wake up and I wish in my slumber my chest had forgotten how to breathe. Nothing; not his eyes, not sex, not music, not drugs, not love, can cure the dead soul I carry around within me day after day. I used to think depression was a phase I was going through, but a chemical imbalance isn't a passing phase, and being off medication ( Read more... )

( New house pictures. )

Twelve hours without you feel like twelve days. I've never felt like the way you make me feel. I wouldn't call this love, maybe infatuation. Either way, it's fucking brilliant. I lost the memory of how to sleep without your arms and as I sit here on this cold morning in one of your t-shirts, I wish I could take a nap in your soul. Along with my ( Read more... )

1. Reply with your name and I will write something random about you ( Read more... )

That last entry never existed. heh.

I've always been one to have a lot of rumors targetted at, and although i've learned to accept that, recently there's been a build up ( Read more... )

"Their jargon was of a professional manner, their eyes slanted down towards their notes, their mouth lines creating waves, and their voices timid. The graph lines those of a rock song's bass, provided little explanation."

( Grow the fuck up. )