I'm not broken

But merely dented after a tiny fall.

Sorry again for the dramatics

But a little sleep and time to think

Makes me realize I may be broken after all.

It's weird to be this happy.

I almost don't know what to do with myself.

Things come as they come, and go as they will.

I will live every moment to the fullest
And regret nothing

There's nothing like Dunkin til the sun rises, or joyrides with one of my best friend ever.

I'm racking my brains ( Read more... )

Here's to the artificiality of youth, a time when we subscribe to downers and depressants that will numb the fire, when with every breath we profess the desire to live forever.

I don't claim to understand the duplicity, or know why we lie to ourselves over bottles of liquor and half-burnt cigarettes. To know the reason why would be to leave these ( Read more... )

Where's the compilation soundtrack to my life?

Why doesn't everyone have a copy?

First, of course, you have to Wake Up (Coheed)

The drive to school always ends with Shut the Fuck Up (Cake)

School is either a Red Letter Day (The Get Up Kids) or If I Told You This Was Killing Me... (The Juliana Theory)
It all depends.

Boys are Cute Without the ( Read more... )

Scratch the last post.

Taking Back Sunday will take the back seat for the time being.

I will give the Song O' the Month to

We Belong Together
Gavin DeGraw

We belong together,
Like the open seas and shores.
Wedded by the planet force,
We've all been spoken forThe hammer may strike, be dead on the ground ( Read more... )

And I dare you to forget
The marks you left across my neck

From those nights when we were both found at our best.

May the weekend of

January 6, 2006 through January 8, 2006

Go down as one of the worst in recent memory.

TBS's "Your Own Disastar" is the song of the month.

Give it a spin.

I leave you with this:

Hey lush,
Have fun.It's the ( Read more... )

Love me because you

CAN

Not because you

SHOULD

I wasn't tagged ( Read more... )

And the rag that it's soaked in is rich
But the fumes aid the pace of my cleaning

And as soon as I'm done I am gone.

What am I doing?

I could hardly tell you anymore.

I'm fading in and out of consciousness.
Or awareness.

The little piece of me that's always there...
Telling me to fight for it
To breathe
To never give upHas taken a vacation ( Read more... )