I HATE YOU!!!

From the very bottom of my hear---stoma---no.. my ass. I really fucking hate you at times. The times that I don't, I stare at you wondering how is it possible to be THIS MUCH of a tool.

For fucks sake, stop.
I am a ticking time bomb, and you know this.
Stop fucking egging me on, because I WILL retaliate.

Where are you?

Ever told such a good lie? One of those, "I can't believe this isn't real" ones -- then start to believe it yourself? You believe it not because you are gullible, but because you loathe the reality and would rather see the painting than to get to know the artist ( Read more... )

If you're going to be a friend, be a friend.
If you're going to be a bitch, be a bitch.

Just don't pretend to be one, when you're really the other.
That makes you a waste.

I'm in a mood. A bad one I suppose. I felt like writing but I had nothing to say. The inner creative wants to burst out, so I decided to let my mind type on it's own. No thinking. No editing. No fixing typos. Just stare at the keyboard, and type. I can only imagine what this will look like in the end, but quite frankly, I don't care ( Read more... )

I think the worst torture of all, is not being able to break down when you need to the most ( Read more... )

You know. I have always been the one to pursue things. Every guy I've snagged, I've had to be the one to make it official ( Read more... )

There are moments when I don't know if its real
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspiration, not just another negotiation.

I miss the days of my internet friends. They seemed to be much more genuine.

I am desperately reaching for my comfort blanket. I feel as if my past is still in need of some closure, but since I know I will never get that, I'm forced to pretend like I already have it ( Read more... )