When i thought about it. I thought I would feel bad. But while doing it. I could give a fuck less. Fuck that mother fucker. Or as I liek to say....Fcukt hat fucking cunt. I know we used to best friends. but, times changed. And he let me down. So, I don't feel so bad taking advantage of him to make me better off. Makes my life a little less stressed ( Read more... )

Hope is a deer in Michigan during Hunting season. Your fucked. And have little to no chance of survival. In the back of my mind I know what i have to do. But I want to take some small peice of home with me. You.

Wondering if all these things will always haunt him ( Read more... )

in just moments, it took just seconds ( Read more... )

Want and desire are put in place of character and decisions.
Do you do this, and regret that?
Does a hand on your thigh mean you make that action?
When someone wants you so badly? Do you think about those you love?
Or do you commit to physical action.
in front of me was revenge.....and I chose.
I am at home. With no one.
Becuase I loved her too

Gigantic feeling of confusion today. Most days, I know exactly what I want and where I stand. But for some reason simple words changed me. My heart beats at a different rate and I can't help but feel the slightest bit disguisted with myself. I know there is absolutly no point, because the tunnel dug to the treasure has long since been buried. But ( Read more... )

Scars are the echo's of eterntiy. The stories we tell are derived from our physical and mental scars.
I think of some scars that I have given myself, and I think of the ones I have given other people.
And I hate myself.

I am tired of feeling this way. And I know I have a way out but for some reason Istill try. Do I really love this person? Can all be forgiven, or is it just a bad taste in my mouth that i wish to get rid of. Sometimes it matters when you ask me. I no longer can pinpoint a feeling, and I can no longer say out loud that I am in love. It would be more ( Read more... )

But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconsilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphanies however seldom they be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be converted ( Read more... )

When you can't contain your own heart and how it feels, what can you contain ( Read more... )