if i were to start a group. one involving bullhorns, guns, and homemade bombs. one with a hope to tear every living thing down into oblivion and make it forget there was ever a dark age, a god, a need for someone to tell you what to do ( Read more... )

Christopher Robin was going away. Nobody knew why he was going; nobody knew where he was going; indeed, nobody even knew why he knew that Christopher Robin was going away.~ A.A. Milne ( Read more... )

i just can't seem to stop playing with fire... i feel awful tonight. i'm trying to fight it. but i feel awful ( Read more... )

at some point i need to ask myself: what exactly is it i'm holding on to, and what exactly do i want ( Read more... )

i suppose things are working out for once. but perhaps i should just keep my big mouth shut before i fuck myself. anyway... i have two job opportunities, a car, i haven't had a cigarette in almost 3 weeks, i'm, losing fat, gaining muscle, and i find it easier to fall asleep at night ( Read more... )

i feel... wrong.

i feel very wrong inside.

i forgot how good it feels to help somebody else with their problems.

i like to do that.

fucking christ! this should make me happy (and i admit i laughed a bit), but it doesn't ( Read more... )

i've been screaming and crying for the last half hour. and i haven't really stopped. i'm just getting this down before i go and resume my nervous breakdown ( Read more... )

the skins peeling back out here. everyday i'm a little more raw, a little more foul ( Read more... )