I honestly, truely, fucking think I'm going to drown myself. I am so fucking sick of trying. Sick of being abused, and used, and cut in two. Thurston Moore says it best.

Fuck school too. Fuck anyone who thinks something is wrong with me, because everyone who thinks something is wrong with me, is fucking making me the way I am.

I WAS ONCE

so heres me in a nutshell. Stress related issues due to home situation/past situations. Not allowed to have emotional trouble, because Dad has problems, probably quitting his job. I get yelled at for being sad, and making his life worse. I then grow increasingly sad.

How do i fix this?

Hello I love you, won't you tell me your name?

And so we watch the sun come up ( Read more... )

I'm Confused

i'm sitting here trying to get warm, listening to thurston moore, and thinking about how much i miss Mr.G, how i used to listen to sonic youth with him all the time. i miss life. i miss love. i love thurston moore. i miss sonic youth.  i miss you.

you're not the only one in town
but you're the only one that's got me down
psychic hearts ( Read more... )

I submit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms & grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Can you see what you’ve done to my heart
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im tired of people fucking me over. dad now wants to send me to some other fucking school and i dont know where the fuck it is. im seriously so fucking sick of shit. im sick of lies, im sick of being used. im sick of fucking trying, fuck anyone who says they care. and fuck you.

Another fantastic day. i went to bed around 11 last night and woke up at 2:30 am after having weird dreams. i dreamt that i was walking down the street at night, the same path i always took to mal's old house. when i got there everyone was home, but they were all leaving, and i somehow got stuck upstairs in her room, and couldn't get out because ( Read more... )

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and i find it kind of funny, i find it kind of sad. that dreams in which im dying, are the best i've ever had.

these fears come rushing in when i enter here
another layer on my back
a blazing fire where our glances meet
the largest feeling towering over me

faces in disguise
not a trace of desire

i long to take you to a secret place
where we could lay aside our past
we'd throw the world away with all it's pain
to shine like stars, through storm clouds and rain
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