livejournal is so done.

in the studio every day. recording is sweet.

in the studio every day. recording is sweet.

where ever did he go?

I guess you never respected me for who i was, just for how i made you feel ( Read more... )

am i pretty? because someone doesnt think so... apparently.

I'll plod down the hallways mindlessly wishing for something better, quietly cursing the other students passing by. On and on to my next class I temporarily occupy, perhaps distract myself, with writing on my hand, catching others attention to distract them as well, but most often, sleeping. Five days a week 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. I am forced to sit, ( Read more... )

I find myself sitting for too long, thinking, and wandering in my own mind. Inconsistencies in my own life drive me to believing in hopeless answers, false affection, and in the end, I will most likely succumb to temptation I cannot withstand. Factoring in all possibilities during my lifetime, I discover that every moment of every day will affect ( Read more... )

outside ( Read more... )