i just looked in the mirror and those same deamon eyes were there that had been gone so long were there staring back at me. glaring. hating ( Read more... )

once again, i took out the stupid things. ha. ladida ( Read more... )

today i bought tea that makes me feel like its pot.

i love it. i love clogs. i love love. i love christina aguilera, and sublime.
i love the night air. friends, walking slow...
i miss andy.
im going to the mountain tomorrow. (i come from the mountains)

i take my pills, I HAVE TO TAKE THEM, i forget that i was ever not ok. i dont know.

mm. im tired. i dont know why i, bother with this. i dont feel at home here. i only feel at home on my xanga,
i only care about my xanga.
i am so tired,
i ahve nothing to say. but i wanted a second post.

i dont think im real anymore

------drop everything, start it all over, remember more than you'd like to forget.....

a tine in a fork in the road

is pointing at nothing cause its all been sold.