New journal. Holla.

breakitopen

That was me, really fucked up. That was me, completely honest, with all the weird shit I do and all the weird shit I think and there it is. That's me. I hope you still love me but I know in my heart that you do. And I love you too and what else matters? Nothing.

EDIT::I know you know what I'm saying, and feeling, and that's the best part. Even if ( Read more... )

Why do I talk ever? It never leads to anything good.

If you walk away, I'll walk away ( Read more... )

You told me that the daylight burns you
and that the sunrise was enough to kill you
I said maybe you're a vampire
You said it's quite possible I feel truly dead inside.

INDIFFERENCE IS A FEELING.

I don't know why I continue to write these like someday you'll read them.

Paranoia rushes through my mind, pulsating through my thought-filled veins. All aspects of every sitation overthought, overanalyzed, overexaggerated. Uneccessarily so. Time is the key. One step at a time, not fast paced. Time is now to be tested, to see if all is meant to be. Dwelling on the future holds you back. Looking into what may come, into ( Read more... )

How long till this all disappears? Why do I have to wait on you? I want someone else, a I want a new love and a new life and I want you to FUCK OFF. Even when I taste someone else's lips, they never taste as sweet. Even faced with a newer model, a more handsome prospect, I only have butterflies for you. I hate you for this, for involving me. I hate ( Read more... )

I hate you. I hate you for holding my heart captive, for being so unfair, and for thinking I am weak and naive. I hate this situation, I hate how you handled it, but above all, I hate how I handled it. I have no doubt you do as well ( Read more... )

Isn't it amazing how much everyone has changed? I guess I've changed too. I don't think it's for the best. I feel like I have no original thoughts anymore, nothing to offer. I feel ugly and

I don't know. What's the point?